Jim Sharkey wrote:
>
> Julia Thompson wrote:
> >(Speaking of gym class, ask me sometime about the volleyball
> >incident.)
>
> Speaking of gym class, if there's any group that is elevated far beyond its logical
> station, it's athletes.
>
> Jim
>
> Who does want to hear about the volleyball incident Maru :)
The way gym class worked in my high school was that freshmen &
sophomores were in 1 class that met either MW and alternate F, or TTh
and the other F. The juniors & seniors were in the other class. You
needed 2 years of gym to graduate, but you could take care of 1 year by
either doing 4 sports over 4 years (running fall track every fall would
take care of it nicely, that's what a friend of mine did), or doing 3
sports in 1 year (which is what whichever of the Bernas was a senior
when I was a freshman did, but he needed the year of actual *class* to
graduate, and he was really good, and I wasn't, and our roles were
totally reversed in the math class we were in together). But not enough
people signed up to take gym the first period of the day to make
splitting the class make any sense, so they threw us all together in one
class. So I was with a couple of other freshmen, a number of
sophomores, some juniors, and some seniors who needed the class to
graduate.
Among the freshmen was the *guy* in the freshman class who was best at
math. I'd managed to do Algebra II in a summer program, so I was in
pre-calc while he was in Algebra II, but he had at least as much
aptitude as I did. He was also about as athletic as I was not, which is
saying a lot. After one incredibly one-sided game of flag football one
morning, the rule was laid down that he and the Berna guy couldn't be on
the same team, at least for flag football.
Anyway, when we got to volleyball, he and I ended up on the same team
one day. It was my turn to serve. I was horrible at serving. I could
practice for awhile and get to where I could manage about 3 good serves,
and then I'd lose it again. I was winding up for a really good serve,
but botched the exact direction, and instead of going over the net, it
went really hard at head level -- and hit him in the back of the head.
(The jokes made and the actions taken by everyone for the remainder of
volleyball whenever it was my turn to serve are left as an exercise for
the reader for now.)
I didn't get to fully live that one down until Denise graduated one year
before I did....
Julia
p.s. the guy in my class who was good in math ended up going to a
private school the next year, I think Phillips Exeter, but I'm not sure
-- I just know he went somewhere else; I don't think it was to get away
from me, though! :)
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