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Since the dawn of history (also known as kindergarten), i have had severe and extremely sensitive asthma. I would use an inhaler a minimum of 6 times a day, but only when there were no staircases, or mild physical activity. Recess was for sitting and chatting, instead of playing tag, because the feeling of my constricting lungs, the sound of my wheezes and coughs, and the burning in my face would remind me that i couldn't do what they did. Gym class struck a fear in me that i still cannot explain to this day. I have had a total of 4 gym teachers in my life, and 3/4 had a personal vendetta for my head.
Bill: An extremely nice guy, but wanted me to do more than i could possibly manage. From 1st through 5th grade, he pushed me, and i think, believed i could do a lot more. By 6th grade, he gave up. I cannot blame him. I knew i couldn't do it from day one, so i didn't try. I was horrified by the notion that there was a class that i could not get a great grade in. His assistant really scarred me...
Ron: Bill's assistant/Part-Time gym teacher. This man hated me with every fiber of his being. I had him at a time where my asthma was at it's worst, and so was my fear. He thought i was nothing but a liar, using my health as an excuse. I cannot tell you how many times i've heard "insert athlete name here has asthma, and won a gold medal!! you can too amalia!" Bullshit. He even called my mom to tell her that if i didn't start playing the games, i would be in a lot of trouble, and that i was just lying to him and was a really awful child.
Mr. Whitehead: God, i don't even know what to say. He was a racist, cruel, hateful, horrible, and most likely, extremely unhappy man. I'd rather not relive the memories of 9th grade gym.
Mrs. Callahan: All girl gym class featuring dance, yoga, canoeing, pilates, and ribbon dancing. seriously the only way to go.
But, tonight i took a major step toward conquering my fear of physical "fitness". I signed up for a pilates class at the Y, and had my first class tonight. It went well, and to my suprise, no one laughed at me or anything of the sort!!
so the moral of the story is: gym teachers will scar you, and pretty much everyone else you are at the gym with.
Bill: An extremely nice guy, but wanted me to do more than i could possibly manage. From 1st through 5th grade, he pushed me, and i think, believed i could do a lot more. By 6th grade, he gave up. I cannot blame him. I knew i couldn't do it from day one, so i didn't try. I was horrified by the notion that there was a class that i could not get a great grade in. His assistant really scarred me...
Ron: Bill's assistant/Part-Time gym teacher. This man hated me with every fiber of his being. I had him at a time where my asthma was at it's worst, and so was my fear. He thought i was nothing but a liar, using my health as an excuse. I cannot tell you how many times i've heard "insert athlete name here has asthma, and won a gold medal!! you can too amalia!" Bullshit. He even called my mom to tell her that if i didn't start playing the games, i would be in a lot of trouble, and that i was just lying to him and was a really awful child.
Mr. Whitehead: God, i don't even know what to say. He was a racist, cruel, hateful, horrible, and most likely, extremely unhappy man. I'd rather not relive the memories of 9th grade gym.
Mrs. Callahan: All girl gym class featuring dance, yoga, canoeing, pilates, and ribbon dancing. seriously the only way to go.
But, tonight i took a major step toward conquering my fear of physical "fitness". I signed up for a pilates class at the Y, and had my first class tonight. It went well, and to my suprise, no one laughed at me or anything of the sort!!
so the moral of the story is: gym teachers will scar you, and pretty much everyone else you are at the gym with.