Every semester when it is time to pick classes I stare at my academic progress and cry a little. I do not cry because I have bad grades or that I will not graduate on time but instead because I still have to take two gym credits to meet my liberal education requirements.
This would not be so bad if I was not the type of person in grade school that would throw themselves at a dodge-ball just so they could sit out. This is not because I hate being physically active or anything, I actually would go home and play backyard sports with my neighborhood friends almost everyday, but because I have this perpetual fear of looking silly in gym class. When I graduated two years ago I thought I kissed gym classes and their weird relay races goodbye but every time I look at my progress report those required gym credits almost seem to mock me.
These gym credits are the last remaining liberal education credits that I must take and it seems I have saved the most painful for last. Over the past four semesters I have been chipping away at all the others like laboratory science, literature, and even history courses but it has taken all my will to just sign up for gym.This semester it was decided that I will finally get gym taken care of and actually found a few classes that seem interesting. I wanted to stray away from the traditional class and have instead opted for sailing and tennis. I used to love playing what my friends and I called “street tennis” and hope that I still love the game even if cars are not a constant threat and there are actual play lines. Also what is there not to like about sailing? I mean I get to go on a field trip to Lake George and for someone that has never been there that is a big deal!
As I am writing this I actually have changed my tune, a little, about the idea of gym and I keep trying to tell myself that if I survived math I can survive this.