Socio

Hall of shame

A while ago, I was a young girl who experienced a lot of dilemmas through my wild teenage years. Hoping to survive another crazy day in school, I felt very positive and looking forward to my favourite which drama. It was third lesson just before lunch time, my drama teacher was a hilarious guy with his goofy jokes even his funny beard had an effect on my smile. The lesson starts; the class was empty all that was exit was a big circle rounding the centre of the class with chairs. All of us have been seated and teacher had a tennis ball explained the tasks were playing. It didn’t look like drama practices it was more of PE and how wrong she was. As the teacher numbers each of us and randomly calls the person should pick up the tennis ball in the centre of the circle. He said it was about showing ability focus, quickness and balance, and no one seems to get it right. There very alternative scenes, some came too soon, others were late even some went and jumped at each other. It was very loopy and comical, unexpectedly my number comes and I swiftly run towards the ball my subconscious was warning me not participate but I was to enthusiastic. I manage to hold the ball but I was unbalanced standing at the edgy of my left foot and collapsed over like bowling bottles. A huge intense bruise round my ankle has appeared, what was painful the atmosphere of the class, laughter’s of my horrific accident or clumsiness. I was the fool caused by tennis ball how nuts can it get. Well the result was a broken bone, stayed in crouches for month looking for a mug. Welcome to hall of shame.