Suri Nightingale
When I said I don’t do any physical activities, I really meant it.
It’s the last class of the day and, unfortunately, I’m stuck with physical education. Last week we only had a classroom session because our teacher, Coach Reed, was discussing our curriculum for the year, but now that it was over, we were forced to come out in the afternoon sun and run on the field.
Yes, our first sport for the semester was track and field. Talk about hell.
My whole body feels like it’s a sunny side egg left on the side of the road during summer and I feel beads of sweat dripping from my forehead. I know I must look horrendous, but I can’t even think about that because I’m too busy trying not to collapse on the ground.
Although it doesn’t really help when most of the girls around m
