Tenth grade was, without question, the worst year of my life. And of all the trials that were bestowed upon me that year, high school gym class was among the worst. I think few of Dante’s nine circles of hell could compare to the awkward chaos that ensues after a room full of coed adolescents have been told to “find a partner.” It’s especially bad if you’re a painfully shy introvert who has just been transplanted from the other side of the planet.
March 13, 2014
Throwback Thursday: The Evils of High School Gym Class