why am I out here doing laps in 30 Celsius heat while some fat ass gym teacher who looks like they gave up on life 5 years ago and built like a busted bean bag is screaming; "come on guys! push yourselves!" how about you push yourself away from the vending machine first? And the music? They blast the cringiest cheesiest tracks like it's some motivational anthem. Imagine trying to keep your lungs from exploding while 'eye of the tiger' or sum shit plays on loop like a bad joke. Nothings 'motivational' abt ts fucking playlist then dodgeball comes around and it's suddenly ww3 with hormone crazed guys acting like their life depends on knocking u out and then I flinch one time and suddenly I'm the weak link? Like a ball could be flying 300KM PER HOUR towards my face, and these xy chromosomes always be yelling at u talking bout some "BRO YOU HAD THAT!" had WHAT. A DEATH WISH???And they be yelling at me like "WHY DIDNT U CATCH THE BALL?!" UHH. BCUZ I VALUE MY LIFE AND MY NOSE?! I'm not here tryna catch a meteor with my bare hands and the teachers don't care either, like I could get knocked out cold by a dodgeball to the skull and they be talking sum shit abt 'shake it off' no sir I need a CT scan and a lawyer. Plus the gym teachers always got that 'back in my day' energy. LIKE OKAY JERRY BACK IN UR DAY YALL WERE RUNNING FROM DINOSAURS. be so fr.