I wanna tell y'all a little story.
The irony is that I was just reading a story, and I felt like telling you one that I just randomly thought of. I have these friends who I meet often at school, and they love to hear all about my life. Every time I meet them, they make me tell them a joke, which is always from my life.
Anyway, you know how I love soccer? If you don't, I do. I'm not on a team or anything, but it's fun! But it wasn't always this way.
(And yes, I'm aware that US is the only country that calls soccer "soccer." Anyway...)
When I was in elementary school, I was SO HORRIBLE at soccer. Like, I didn't know any of the rules or anything. My idea of soccer was kicking a ball to a so-called "goal." But that's not how it works in real life, oh, no.
Sixth grade came around (I started writing a song about that, but I never finished it). When it was time for soccer, uh, yeah. The first day didn't go so well. This guy asked me what I wanted to do. I said that I didn't care, so I ended up being a defender. He told to not cross the middle line, and I obeyed. Yeah, I didn't move around much. Everyone (except for a couple kind people who didn't care) told me, "Heartsstarssmiles, you have to move!" I'm sorry, but the ball didn't come my way that often. (Hey, I blocked it once!)
After that, I improved, but not much. I just moved around more.
And then seventh grade (about which I wrote "Clean Slate") came around. I found out that I wasn't the only one who didn't know how to play soccer. I don't like homework (stopped after fourth grade), but I like the fact that our teacher actually goes over the rules for a sport, instead of just assuming that we know it all, even for a sport like soccer. So I actually learned the rules, and you know what? I'm good at soccer! I'm no Mia Hamm, but I'm decent for someone who didn't know the rules until just a few months ago! =D
Goal!
heartsstarssmiles
PS-We're gonna do a dance unit! I just hope it's fun. I remember the dance units we did in elementary school! Ah, elementary school!
The irony is that I was just reading a story, and I felt like telling you one that I just randomly thought of. I have these friends who I meet often at school, and they love to hear all about my life. Every time I meet them, they make me tell them a joke, which is always from my life.
Anyway, you know how I love soccer? If you don't, I do. I'm not on a team or anything, but it's fun! But it wasn't always this way.
(And yes, I'm aware that US is the only country that calls soccer "soccer." Anyway...)
When I was in elementary school, I was SO HORRIBLE at soccer. Like, I didn't know any of the rules or anything. My idea of soccer was kicking a ball to a so-called "goal." But that's not how it works in real life, oh, no.
Sixth grade came around (I started writing a song about that, but I never finished it). When it was time for soccer, uh, yeah. The first day didn't go so well. This guy asked me what I wanted to do. I said that I didn't care, so I ended up being a defender. He told to not cross the middle line, and I obeyed. Yeah, I didn't move around much. Everyone (except for a couple kind people who didn't care) told me, "Heartsstarssmiles, you have to move!" I'm sorry, but the ball didn't come my way that often. (Hey, I blocked it once!)
After that, I improved, but not much. I just moved around more.
And then seventh grade (about which I wrote "Clean Slate") came around. I found out that I wasn't the only one who didn't know how to play soccer. I don't like homework (stopped after fourth grade), but I like the fact that our teacher actually goes over the rules for a sport, instead of just assuming that we know it all, even for a sport like soccer. So I actually learned the rules, and you know what? I'm good at soccer! I'm no Mia Hamm, but I'm decent for someone who didn't know the rules until just a few months ago! =D
Goal!
heartsstarssmiles
PS-We're gonna do a dance unit! I just hope it's fun. I remember the dance units we did in elementary school! Ah, elementary school!
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