Chapter 6: Football?

Physical education. Oh how I hate the class - especially when we play that dreaded game of football. Ugh - I hate that game.

So, when we first enter the gym, we get changed and run 3 laps. Then we do 30 jumping jacks, 20 crunches, 20 mountain climbers (where you get down on all fours and run in place... right...), and, finally, 10 push-ups. I usually only make it to 3 push ups, do to how much of a pansy I am.

After that, we got a rundown on football terminology. Quarterback? Frontline? Guard? Touchdown? Bloody hell - the coach overloaded me with so much information on football that I can hardly remember a word that she said! Gah!

Then we went outside and learned how to throw a football. I think I might have been the only person that really didn't know how to do this... shame how when I threw the ball incorrectly, the ball actually got to my partner. Barely.

I figured, for comedic effects, I would show my noobishness in sports by shouting a nice, loud, 'FFFFOOOORRRREEEE!!!!' Unfortunately, I did not get a chuckle out of anyone. Usually I do... while, not at this school anyway - those preppy kids just don't understand my silly humour. Sigh.

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Studio Art is ridiculous. Really, now, when in my life am I going to need to know how to draw a hand or vase or wine bottle that is realistically shaded?! That's just ludicrous! I can just imagine a situation now...

NOTE : THIS IS NOT A REAL STORY. I'M JUST MAKING THIS CRAP UP!

I'm standing in the streets of NYC, minding my own business, when, suddenly, a cultist jumps out and pulls me into a nearby alleyway. He pins me to the ground.

[Cultist] Don't say a word. Cooperate.

[Kait Sith] *gagged*

This cultist drags me down the alley for a couple minutes, until we come to a stop in front of a door with a large orange hand painted on it, with the words 'Rebirth' emblazoned underneath it. He kicks open the door and throws me in. I stand up, and notice a large amount of people in black trench-coats surrounding me. A guy in a red trench-coat, holding a giant paintbrush, walks up to me.

[Kait Sith] *thinking to himself* He must be the leader of this cult...

[Cultist Leader] Rise, thou mortal.

I stand up, unaware of what fiendish things they'll do to me.

The Cultist Leader pulls a pad of paper and a set of sketching pencils out of his trench-coat, and hands them to me.

[Cultist Leader] Draw us a human hand holding a pencil, realistically shaded, and we will spare your life.

[Kait Sith] *gasp* I wish I paid attention during Studio Art!

[Cultist Leader] Tisk tisk tisk. Off with his head!

NOTE: THE STORY IS NOW OVER!

Now, think about that for a moment. Will any of that ever really happen? Probably not, just proving my point that Art class just isn't helpful. But, better safe then sorry, I guess...