I don't have one that's really related to this one, but here's another one. Vaguely related. I'm not sure if I told this one last year as well, so I may add a bonus one...
When I was in the fourth grade and nine years old, my then gym-teacher was teaching us athletics and testing who was a good runner (short vs. long distances) etc. She claimed that everyone was either okay at short or long distances or at jumps. I think. As it turned out, I was at neither. She thensaid that I was one of those leaden-footed girls who wasn't good at anything. I remember not being able to say anything at all and it put me off liking anything physical related to school for years. It's one of the most painful memories of my childhood, despite years of bullying. I wonder what she'd think if she knew that 21 years later it still hurts.
Related to that is that my peers at my next school (where I moved when my family moved the year I was eleven) were quite nasty about my lack of athletic abilities. Each year, we had to go to an athletics competition with other schools and there was no getting around it. Every child had their results up on a board and I invariably sucked. One year, my mother let me stay home the day of the competition and I think that's why that story isn't as painful.
(Sad thing is that I was one hell of a swimmer, good at basketball - I'm tall too - and at gymnastics, but no one at school ever so me do those.)
When I was in the fourth grade and nine years old, my then gym-teacher was teaching us athletics and testing who was a good runner (short vs. long distances) etc. She claimed that everyone was either okay at short or long distances or at jumps. I think. As it turned out, I was at neither. She thensaid that I was one of those leaden-footed girls who wasn't good at anything. I remember not being able to say anything at all and it put me off liking anything physical related to school for years.
It's one of the most painful memories of my childhood, despite years of bullying. I wonder what she'd think if she knew that 21 years later it still hurts.
Related to that is that my peers at my next school (where I moved when my family moved the year I was eleven) were quite nasty about my lack of athletic abilities. Each year, we had to go to an athletics competition with other schools and there was no getting around it. Every child had their results up on a board and I invariably sucked. One year, my mother let me stay home the day of the competition and I think that's why that story isn't as painful.
(Sad thing is that I was one hell of a swimmer, good at basketball - I'm tall too - and at gymnastics, but no one at school ever so me do those.)
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