Feeling Weak

During P.E. on the 20^th of November was the day I dreaded. We were told the previous day that we, the girls were going to have to do some pull-ups. I hated them because I could never do them as much as the other girls could. I hated the feeling that I was weak because it was so true. My legs, I had no control of them, they just kept walking to the locker room. When I arrived with my friends, Mari, Nysha, Yeji and Violeta, we all went to the locker room and changed. We changed, just like normal, and left the locker room.

At the beginning it seemed like a normal P.E. class, but it wasn't. All the girls and boys met at the big gym, waiting to be commanded or told what to do. We sat on the stage, and waited. Shortly after, the coaches came and told us what to do. The boys were sent to the room G-3, the waiting room where you do things. They probably had to do sit-ups. While the boys went there, the girls were sent out back where the pull-up bars were, there was the short one and the tall one.

"I can't do this, just too much pressure! What if all the girls laugh at me?" I thought. Each girl, picked one by one to do as many pull-ups as they could. Many girls went and did their pull-ups, including some of my friends, until it came to be me next. My name was called and I gulped. I walked to the short bar, and waited for her instruction to say "Go.".

She said it, and I jumped up. I did one but the first one didn't count, then I dropped a little for my head to fall under the bar and tried to pull myself up. But I couldn't, I tried and tried to pull myself up, but I just couldn't. I was terrified, why couldn't I pull myself up? After about two tries of pulling myself up, I dropped down, embarrassed. I couldn't even do one while other girls did like ten or eight. I was ashamed, but kept going with P.E. until it was over and felt the shame inside me.