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sophomore year of high school....all we seemed to do was basketball.
which is not something i am good at. i loathed sports in high school.
one of our activities was a "relay race" where you went around the gym and did a lay-up shot at each of the hoops. you had to stay at one hoop until you got the ball in, then move to the next, etc. i was the second person on my team to go. everybody else was going very quickly, making the shots on either the first or second try. i was failing miserably. it took me like fifteen tried to get it into the first hoop. i never made it past the second hoop. *all* of the other teams went past me and finished. the teacher did not let me stop. i had to stay at the second hoop attempting the shot until the dismissal bell rang.
that was, without a doubt, the worst day of my life. what was worse was the anger and hatred from my "teammates" from the race. after that day, one girl would repeatedly throw basketballs at the back of my head when i wasn't looking. the teacher didn't do anything, and i took to staying at the edges of the gym.
and we met everyday, so that suxored major league.
ever since that class, i have never played basketball.
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