I glanced up to see a manila gym rope that seemed to stretch on forever like a giant bean stalk. The only difference is that the giant wasn't up in sky, instead he was down here on the ground with me. Disguised as my gym teacher, the giant still had his signature wrinkled, grotesque face. He had this ridiculous idea that I could climb the gym rope; he was clearly wrong. The man just stared at me, waiting for me to try.
Wrapping my fingers around the coarse fabric, I managed to pull my body up by my fragile, bird-like arms. I was doing it! I was climbing the rope! After several more tugs, I had gained several feet of distance from the ground. The distance made me a little dizzy, but I continued. Just as I felt I was going to do it, my hands slipped. I lost my grip on the rope and fell to the ground; the impact caused my breath to knock out of me and my back to ache. All on the first day of gym. What a great way to say, "Welcome to hell, Fresh meat." I was going to love P.E.
(P.S: This is 100% fictional! This has not happened to me and hopefully won't.)
Wrapping my fingers around the coarse fabric, I managed to pull my body up by my fragile, bird-like arms. I was doing it! I was climbing the rope! After several more tugs, I had gained several feet of distance from the ground. The distance made me a little dizzy, but I continued. Just as I felt I was going to do it, my hands slipped. I lost my grip on the rope and fell to the ground; the impact caused my breath to knock out of me and my back to ache. All on the first day of gym. What a great way to say, "Welcome to hell, Fresh meat." I was going to love P.E.
(P.S: This is 100% fictional! This has not happened to me and hopefully won't.)