So, in 8th grade during pe my teacher would usually set up these tournaments where it would be my class vs the other class. Some of the sports would include things like volleyball, soccer, hockey, and basketball. Now almost every guy in my school took PE extremely seriously, because the reward for winning was a mile pass (A mile pass is just a slip of paper you’d give to the teacher to get excused from running it that following week). This made it more competitive to them.
Anyway, he decided to choose volleyball that week. I remember dreading PE because of this. I knew that I was gonna mess up and get put on blast by everyone. Since it was supposed to be an all week thing nothing really happened in the first few days because nothing was really on the line. It was only until Friday, when it truly mattered.
When the time came I was in schools gym doing warm up exercises that our teacher made us do before playing. After that was done and all the nets were set up we got into our own teams (if I remember correctly their were 4 teams so a 2v2 each side). The teacher made it so people needed to rotate in and out so everyone can get a turn. You’d think this would be a good thing but it isnt.
I remember being up to serve and hearing people sighing and muttering like they knew I was gonna mess up and this made me extremely nervous. When I served I completely messed up and felt a pit in the stomach from the embarrassment. One thing I didnt like about this teacher is that he forced me to keep serving until I made it, which wasn’t until about my 3rd serve. After that I tried to play it off and just continue on in the game. For the most part I was trying really hard because I knew if I messed up I’d get made fun of for it. Not much happened during the entire match until near the end which was the time I fucked up at. So I remember it was the last serve basically whatever side gets a put wins that mile pass. The entire time I was extremely tense until the ball came to me right. i hit it and somehow it actually worked, or atleast it did. I felt a drop in the stomach after I realized that it was out of bounds.
This caused my team to lose the game and they were not happy about it at all. I got pushed around, got my backpack kicked, some nigga threw a volleyball at me, I overheard conversations about how I completely botched the game. Everything about it sucked, i remember just going straight to the bathroom and almost crying from the embarrassment. The nigga who kept pushing me didnt even get in trouble either because the teacher was doing fuck all and was to distracted taking things down.
This also happened to another kid I knew to. He sold his teams basketball game and he immediately went to the bathroom to cry as well from the bullying and embarrassment. Normies are cruel
Anyway, he decided to choose volleyball that week. I remember dreading PE because of this. I knew that I was gonna mess up and get put on blast by everyone. Since it was supposed to be an all week thing nothing really happened in the first few days because nothing was really on the line. It was only until Friday, when it truly mattered.
When the time came I was in schools gym doing warm up exercises that our teacher made us do before playing. After that was done and all the nets were set up we got into our own teams (if I remember correctly their were 4 teams so a 2v2 each side). The teacher made it so people needed to rotate in and out so everyone can get a turn. You’d think this would be a good thing but it isnt.
I remember being up to serve and hearing people sighing and muttering like they knew I was gonna mess up and this made me extremely nervous. When I served I completely messed up and felt a pit in the stomach from the embarrassment. One thing I didnt like about this teacher is that he forced me to keep serving until I made it, which wasn’t until about my 3rd serve. After that I tried to play it off and just continue on in the game. For the most part I was trying really hard because I knew if I messed up I’d get made fun of for it. Not much happened during the entire match until near the end which was the time I fucked up at. So I remember it was the last serve basically whatever side gets a put wins that mile pass. The entire time I was extremely tense until the ball came to me right. i hit it and somehow it actually worked, or atleast it did. I felt a drop in the stomach after I realized that it was out of bounds.
This caused my team to lose the game and they were not happy about it at all. I got pushed around, got my backpack kicked, some nigga threw a volleyball at me, I overheard conversations about how I completely botched the game. Everything about it sucked, i remember just going straight to the bathroom and almost crying from the embarrassment. The nigga who kept pushing me didnt even get in trouble either because the teacher was doing fuck all and was to distracted taking things down.
This also happened to another kid I knew to. He sold his teams basketball game and he immediately went to the bathroom to cry as well from the bullying and embarrassment. Normies are cruel
I had to switch schools because of her bullying.
