I didn't give you a title because I figured anything I write may come across as... creepy.
Today, I'm thankful for my gym teacher.
I may just love her.
Before this semester, I had heard a lot terrible things about her, and I was a bit apprehensive to be in her class.
No.
I admire her a little bit. Yes, she is a bit strict, but nothing compared to past teachers.
I think I hold her in high regard because I fear her.
Every single person that I have serious amounts of respect for, I have always feared.
People like my old volleyball coach, or my boss? I'm deeply afraid of them, and because of that I give them mad props.
Back to my gym teacher!
I actually think she's kind of cool.
She's taking 40 students to Vancouver in May.
I'm sooo down for that trip.
And I think she's a good teacher!
So far at least, I've only had her a week and a half.
The one bad thing about having gym in the morning, is that I'm red until the afternoon.
That's one of the worst things about being ginger is that after ten minutes of activity BAM. Beet red.
I happen to be rather competitive.
So 'going easy' in gym class is no option.
I scored two out of three goals today in soccer.
WUTUP.
So. Yeah.
J
