Warning: This post might be slightly anti-climatic considering I already told you the ‘punch-line’ on Facebook. However, for those of you that missed my ‘Status Update’ and for those of you who are not on Facebook, I have something to share with you. And besides, dear readers, I don’t think any of you know the whole story.
Onward.
I have mentioned my 14-year-old son a few times here on this blog. Like that time he dyed his hair bleach blond the night before high school. Or that time I practically died from anaphylaxis shock and my son’s first instincts were to grab my camera and start snapping photos of me with an oxygen mask on my face and my pants around my ankles as soon as the paramedic arrived. Oh, and I’ve even discussed certain means of discipline specifically how to say, “No.”
So it’s safe to say that most of you already know he’s a really good kid. He’s confident, he’s respectful, he’s independent, and he’s very funny.
He’s also smart.
Very. Smart.
Unlike his mother, learning and education comes fairly easy to him. While I really struggled in school to get B’s and C’s – getting good grades for my son is a natural as breathing the air. He’s lucky like that.
On the other hand, he’s not very athletic. Not by any stretch of the imagination. He’s never been into sports. He doesn’t play them. And he doesn’t even watch them on television. But that does NOT mean he isn’t competitive.
That being said….
Last month, my son had his very first high school midterms. He wasn’t the least bit concerned with taking his Math tests. He wasn’t even a tiny bit worried about testing for Lab-Bio, or Language Arts, or Italian, or History, or Business.
Nope.
However, he was very apprehensive about ONE midterm in particular.
Gym.
My son spent countless hours imagining what kind of test he would possibly have to take for a Gym midterm. He envisioned all sorts of complicated obstacle courses much like the ones on the television show Wipeout. Not wanting to look like a fool in front of his peers, and riddled with anxiety, my son began ‘Training’ for TWO WEEKS prior to taking this test.
And here’s how:
* I’m not even kidding when I tell you my son woke up early, every single day, just so he would have enough time in the morning to do sit-ups, and push-ups, and lift weights.
Finally, the much-anticipated day arrived. It was time for my son to be brave, to be bold, and to do his very best to pass his Gym Midterm with flying colors and the least amount of embarrassment possible.
Armed with little to no confidence, my son walked into class, fully prepared for the worst. He was ready to face whatever challenge the teacher handed out.
Only this test was NOTHING like anything he had imagined.
In fact, after all that stress, and after all that worrying, and after all of his training?
He ended up taking a written test.
Made up of True or False questions.
On the subject of:
KICKBALL.
…..the hell?
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