Writing Journal 4: Learning to Play a Sport

8.48 AM.

    OMG, if there's something I've always been bad at, and when I say bad I mean freaking awful... learning to play a sport takes the top spot. 

     Like every other child in the world, I enjoyed playing with my peers, but when that included playing something specific... let's say me and mind and body coordination basically spell disaster.

     If there is something I hated when I was a child it was Physical Education class at school. Judging a kid by its skill in a sport seems very unproductive, specially when said child tries their best and still not succeed. I studied hard and got great notes in every other class, but I couldn't, for the life of me, play volleyball or basketball. My teacher always told me "Imagine the ball is someone's head" and I was like "I don't think I should tell you you are making me wish this was your head". 

    Nevertheless, I had some skill playing sports that involved a racket, such as tennis or badminton... then I developed myopia and my hand-eye coordination disappeared. 

  Honestly, if reading was a sport, I would be like Lewis Hamilton, winning championship after championship, but since it isn't, I guess I'll continue being little old uncoordinated me.

8.55 AM.