I've admitted it to the world and I ain't 'fraid to do it again. PE is my worst subject. There.
Oh god I really, really SUCK at this shit. But eh, I'll be a jackass and blame it on bad childhood memories.
*Cue ripply wave effect thingy*
"EHEH OK GOAL KICK NOW."
*Muddle around*
*BOOM*
*BANG*
Next thing I knew I was sailing through the air and feeling as if I was flying! Too bad what goes up has to come down. Besides, no one in the right mind would just dive onto the ground for no reason. The ball to face just helped encourage it, y'know?
So the aftermath was a nose that barely held in there, bleeding from both nostrils and a bruise, a whole half-face of it. Now how about that?! I cosplayed as Two-Face at the age of six. Ain't that precious?
I never played soccer ever since.



But seriously speaking, I hate running, flat footed you see. (lolexcuses) And the first reaction was to block or dodge incoming objects ever since that incident oh-so-long ago.
Today's school is bad. Though chem's now banded and I ain't in that blasted chem teacher's class, my luck never holds and we end up staying together for practicals. So apparently I have to finish copying a piece of shit guideline for SPA, which she deemed really important.
Next thing you know she gives you a mock test. I'm like

So she could have just gave the thing as a practice, and GUIDE us with the -GUIDE-LINE. We'd still have a copy with us.
But no.

=\. So we end up copying it, doing a mock test which I had nfi how to complete. Seriously, fire her and hire Wong Wai Lit already. (Heard he appeared in the papers =O)
Then the onus is on me to copy out another copy of the guideline because the class phailed to answer her question. If I don't come to school tomorrow, the whole class does it three more times!
And people tell me this school isn't as bad as it seems.
Honestly?
Honestly.
EDIT, before I forget: I quoteth "Men are nothing. I tell that to my husband too."

Wanna hear a joke?
Feminists.