High School Gym Class

    Gym class was never a real favorite of mine. I'm not considerably athletic, and the thought of running around our high school five times always made me want to fake a low-blood sugar attack. Regardless I think some of the funniest memories come from gym class. 

   

   My freshman year we were playing dodgeball which always means someone will get hurt. Two of my friends, Josh and Nicole had crushes on two of my other friends, Tim and Mandy. During the game Mandy had one of the balls and threw it at Josh and he somehow caught it between his ring finger and pinky which made it break. Josh looked at our gym coach and asked, "Is my finger supposed to bend this way?" Coach called Josh's mom and she promptly took him to the doctor to get his finger reset. 

  Twenty minutes later Tim has one of those devilish little yellow balls and throws it at Nicole who ALSO catches the ball between her ring finger and pinky. Her finger snaps and is turning blue and looks disgusting. Unlike Josh, who kept his cool the entire time, Nicole starts screaming and being a big baby. It was a mess. It was at this time I realized that sometimes girls are big pansies and although I'm sure it hurts like hell having your finger break if a guy can handle it in a placid way then we girls who bear children through our hips should be able to as well. 

     The best gym story I have is from my Junior year. We were playing a game of kickball indoors and I have never been a competitive person so I mostly goofed off and tried my hand at flirting which was obviously a failure. My team was in the "field" and I was standing in what would be the outfield of the gym behind second base. One of my friends who had half of his index finger cut off as a little boy was standing in front of me. I wasn't paying attention and questioned him as to how many outs we had when he answered he threw up his half of an index finger and middle finger indicating that there were two outs as he declared "TWO!" As a cruel joke I extended my middle finger and a bent index finger and responded with, "Don't you mean one and a half?" I laughed until I cried cause not only did I make fun of him for having a stub for a finger* I also managed to flip him off. 

    

       *Don't think poorly of me, his nickname was "Stubby" and he was proud of his stub. He would do silly things like stick it in his nose like he was impaling his brain with his finger.