Middle School

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Me: "I've had many memories from middle school; some good, some not so good, some are normal, some are weird, and then some are just strange. When I say strange, I mean strange. The ones that really stood out are the ones that might have seemed embarrassing (at the time). None of them are that bad though, it's not like I'm going to talk about that one time in school when I slipped and fell in gym class...on a flat surface...yet."

Me:"So, here's the story; So I was in gym class right? I just came in, took my seat (on the floor), and then we had to go to the locker room to change into our uniforms. Well, I don't remember much of what happened after that. I must have gotten really excited or something, because the next thing I knew, I was running (When I say running, I mean I was running, literally almost flying towards the locker room. I can't remember why though, I think it was the last day of health class or something and I guess I was excited to get it over with and not have to study the effects of sugar, drugs, or whatever else was shown in class. That, and the fact that we wouldn't have to shield our eyes from another video or from another slide that tried to practically scar a bunch of 13-year-olds (who aren't even old enough to drive yet) as fast as a bullet train towards the locker room. I guess I underestimated how fast I was running because I somehow managed to trip on one of the tiles (keep in mind, this was on a completely flat surface too. There were no screws, no pencils lying around, nothing. It was just flat) and then fell on my face. I didn't get hurt too badly though, although, I do vividly remember my school supplies getting completely scattered all over the floor. I'm already not the most organized person around, but that just made things even worse. That, and the fact that everyone from class just so happened to be standing right there, witnessing the whole thing. To add to the fact, it didn't help that a second class was there too, looking at me equally astonished."

Me: "Okay, so that's only one story I have. I mean, it's not like I have another story where I had a football almost thrown in my face because that definitely did not happen." *laughs nervously*

Me: "Okay, so this is what happened; we were in gym class, getting ready to head outside towards the soccer fields. I can't remember what we were doing at the time though. I think my teacher was trying to show some kind of game that involved a football. But anyway, I was in my stands, I was in the right position, I could see the ball hurling towards me...then suddenly, BAM! I nailed the catch. Actually, wait, no. I caught the ball before it slipped out of my hands, hit me right in the face, then landed safely more than a foot away from where I was standing."

Me: Okay, okay fine. I slipped on a flat surface, had a football thrown at my face, and for your information, I even played a window in a school play. Why did I just say that out loud? I don't know, but here's that story:"

Me: "I was in school. It was just a normal day in drama class when my teacher had us perform the scenes from Where The Wild Things Are. For those of you who aren't familiar with the book or the movie, the story follows this boy who wanders who knows how far away from home until he comes across these huge animal-like beings. When I was in middle school, I wasn't much of a talker. I took drama class because I thought, hey, I should give this class a try. After all, it should help me come out of my shell...right? And so, that's exactly what I did. That's exactly what I did, except I had one problem; I wanted to be in the play but I guess my teacher didn't since I was really shy. But, she let me compromise. She came up with a brilliant idea and had me play... a window. So, while everyone else had a chance to speak, I had to stand there, and pretend to be a window. Then, by the end of the play, when everyone left the stage, I stayed there, still pretending to be a window. I'm just glad I wasn't alone. While I played the window, someone else played the door. So by the end of the day, I wasn't the only one left on center stage.."