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Saturday, April 3, 2010

Gym

Is the most useless fucking class that has to be taken in public schools for children. Let me share a tale with you. Grab a seat ladies and gentlemen. In my senior year of high school I had a hard ass for a gym teacher. This guy thought he was the shit. He was about 5'3. I couldn't help but laugh anytime I saw him. He carried himself like he was Robocop. I digress, anyway, so in the fall of that year our class had to run track. Now keep in mind that the weather was chilly and this class was at 8 A.M. Considering this, a lot of guys did not dress for gym. There were like fuck it. It's cold, early, and I'm a senior. I don't need this Tom Foolery. I was one of those people. The odd thing was he would only get on me for not dressing for gym. I was too tired to mention this to his punk ass, so I kept my mouth shut. One day I decided to conform; I put on my gym shorts(which I'm wearing at this very moment) and gym shirt. So we wait for this guy to come. Of course his midget ass shows up out of nowhere like a goblin whilst wearing his off brand sunglasses. He takes attendance and tell us to run. I start with a light jog. When I pass him after the first lap he starts yelling at me about how I need to pick up the pace. I ignore him. Halfway through my second lap my lungs started to cramp. I felt like I was going to die so I started slowing down. When I pass him again he starts yelling about how I'm never going to become anything in my life because I was not a "hard worker." While he was saying this he motions me over. Then asks me what my race is. Before I can answer he says:"You're a Paki right?" I said yea sure whatever. Then he goes:"Yea, so you'll probably end up driving a cab when you graduate right?" WHOA! Hold the fuck up. Shit just got real deal Holyfield up in this piece. This motherfucker is going to make a racist comment because I don't take his P.E. class seriously? Talk about hurt feelings. I decided to take the higher road. What was the lower road? The lower road would have been me kicking him in his peanut sized testicles and dancing all over him. So I say:"Nope. I'm not going to become a cab driver, I'm going to teach gym like you. I'm aiming for the stars." This motherfucker starts fumbling over his words. Then I tell him that I'm a smoker and running isn't the easiest task for me. That he needed to calm the fuck down. I didn't mean any disrespect. Also, if he wanted to fail me he could. Stupid punk motherfucker. I'm going to visit him one day when I become a billionaire and tell him to lick the dog shit from my shoes. I am Baliwala. I like to slack. That is all.

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