There are so many users with names that start with the letter J!! Just an observation!
Back to the sports stories:
When I was in elementary school, my crush (the boy across the street) was playing tennis with his older bro. Me, being who I am, decided to watch my crush play. I think I was behind him in the driveway where he was standing. All I remember was getting hit in the forehead with the tennis ball. I have a knack for getting hit with balls, so it seems.
In sixth grade, my brother jumped off of the couch and accidentally kneed me in the left eye. It hurt a lot, and I took it like a...well, a girl. I cried, but I was rewarded for my pain! Having a black eye prevented me from playing soccer in PE--at least that's what I asked my eye doctor to say in a note to my teachers!
I often played goalie when my dad, bro, friends, and I played street hockey. I didn't mind getting hit with pucks or balls then since that was my job.
Last recollection: Freshman year. Ms. O'Neill's class. Flag football. *Shudders*
I've always been known as the smart Broadway girl. People had a skewed perception of me. They assumed that because I did well in school, I had no social life. My friend still teases me about that. Apparently people said that all I did was go directly home from school to study, and then all I did all weekend was homework. It amuses me that they were so wrong! Anyway, a common misconception about little ol' me fueled this incident in PE that day.
Since I am an actress (haha, don't you love stories that start this way?), I often tried to use my acting skills to give off an "I'm pleasantly unaware/dumb" air in gym class. I would always try to be a step behind when playing games so that it would appear that I was exerting an effort while I still prevented myself from looking like an idiot in some sort of play where I would inevitably drop the ball and lose the game. (This is the way I looked at things in my head! I overthink things way too much. I guess I really was exerting a lot of extra effort to avoid playing the game!) Well, there was this guy, Bobby, in my gym class. I liked this kid, too. We were on the same football team, and I didn't want to come off as too uncoordinated in front of him. Thank God there was this girl Jessica on the team who actually *wanted* to play. My method of playing was hanging around Jessica and then falling back at the last second so that she could catch the ball. Well...
During a play, Jessica and I were getting ready to catch a pass from Bobby. As usual, I ran toward/under the ball, but then I slowed myself down and let Jessica get ready to catch it. I must've screwed up somehow because all of a sudden, the ball came flying through the air, landing not on the ground, not in Jessica's arms, not in *my* arms, but on my head. Bobby hit me on the head with the football! To make matters worse, Bobby then made some sort of comment about it! "Laura calculated the velocity and angle so she knew she didn't have to catch the ball!" UGH. I was soooo mad! Now that I think about it, I *think* Bobby was the one who threw the ball, but I'm not positive. He made the comment, though, and that was the end of the crush!
With these "horror" stories, you better believe that I got out of PE as soon as I could! Once junior year hit, I was out of gym for good!
