Comments on: Adolescence. The Greatest Slapstick Comedy Of All.

By: Ruby.

Ruby. — Tue, 03 Feb 2009 21:13:57 +0000

I was lucky enough to have co-ordination enough to play ball sports. In 7th grade, instead of sitting with the girls at lunch, i played all manor of ball games with the boys. My bob and undercut and broad shoulders lead the teachers to mistake me for a boy. Actually, it had two boys thinking i was a boy for atleast three terms until oneday they asked me, why do you go to the girls toilets? They then refused to be my friend. Their loss, i was damn good at shooting hoops.

By: jab

jab — Fri, 15 Apr 2005 04:36:47 +0000

I too know the sting of a face-plant from a pole flip crash and the stigma attached to its ill titled event. Adolescence is the period in life which defines who we are. The struggle, no matter how ridiculous, or how painful, is what gives us character.

By: Krankenversicherung private

Krankenversicherung private — Tue, 17 Aug 2004 23:29:39 +0000

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By: star

star — Fri, 21 May 2004 04:22:04 +0000

In Freshman gym class, my teacher tried to expose us to a miriad of torturous sporting activities, in hopes that we would find one that suited us and we could do religiously, for a half an hour a day for the rest our god-given life-times. I’ll admit I hated most every one– especially the ones involving balls, sticks, cleets and scary jock girls attacking me. I did, however, come to be fond of one sport: Badminton. It was playing badminton that I met my friend Jeanie who I am still friends with and it was Jeannie and I who won the Freshman gym badminton championship– even over the boys class. But did the glory last long? Well, does it ever in the wide world of sports? While taking down the nets after the “big win,” I was doing some sort of celebration dance, joyful and careless, having just won something FINALLY. And suddenly, nylon badminton net on waxed gym floor became banana peel right beneeth my too-big adolescent feet. And I was on my ass, with the dumbest, most surprized look on my face and the whole of freshman gym (even the guys) laughing. Yay. Thanks for sharing your stories, Ritchie.

By: Rat-Face

Rat-Face — Thu, 20 May 2004 22:56:36 +0000

OH, how I feel the basketball anguish. I wanted to be so good, so bad! After my first game in the third grade, my father suggested not totally in jest to my coach, that I should probably be wearing a helmet. I remember once, clutching the ball to my chest, while my teammates shouted “The Key! Get out of the key!” and i’m shouting back, “What is the key?!” So painful. And so many fouls that I performed! ERRRRch. But, I was always told that I had good hustle.

By: J-RAD

J-RAD — Thu, 20 May 2004 22:18:59 +0000

I feel bad for laughing at your misfortunes, but it’s just too god damned funny!
I always wondered if anyone ever got lost running cross country.

By: krystal

krystal — Thu, 20 May 2004 18:20:32 +0000

Did ANYONE have a good time in the 7th grade? The pretty girls did, right? I had orange hair, braces and played the clarinet in band. Thank god I got my volleyball embarrassment out of the way in like the 5th grade. But there was always PE.
Love,
KS

By: brent

brent — Thu, 20 May 2004 18:17:20 +0000

norwood! wow, the life and times of southwestern colorado folk. i think i remember playing football against norwood. my dabbling in sports throughout school is pretty much your same story told from a guy’s point of view though. and track was the same discovery for me! no eye-hand coordination except for that damn batton. relays were scary as hell for me for just that reason. weird.
-brent