Remember kindergarten? And my very first Sports Day? I got lost, and the teachers thought I was in Grade 1. I was freaking out, and my mom was there with my then baby sister. I was on Yellow Team, I believe, and we lost. 4th place and all that sad jazz. Blue always won then. In Grade 1 I was in Red (cobras, according to an old post XD), I don’t remember, and got either 1st or 3rd. Ohhh, wait, it was 1st.
In Grade 2 I don’t remember. Probably because I was too obsessed over Matteo. WOAH. I almost forgot Matteo’s name. That’s kind of sad. Wait . . . my old posts say in Grade 2 I was in White. Great White Sharks, apparently. And pirate-themed. Cool. I don’t remember what place we got, though. Grade 3 I remember, because I used my shirt to remember my team: Yellow. Again. But I seriously can’t recall anything else. Gloria was in Green, I think. Meh.
Grade 4! Well. Grade 4 and 5 have been completely wiped from my memory. Maybe bad experiences? Not sure. I remember in Grade 5, Paulina was in White and sprayed her hair white. It was . . . gross. XD. Grade 4 . . . memory lapse. I was in 3rd place in Grade 5, and 1st for all the others. I think. Not second, though. I was 1st and 3rd a lot.
Last year was Grade 6. I . . . was in Green. Same teams as this year, actually. I know that too well. Probably. So. Green. We were 2nd . . . and Gloria just said we were Green Yodas. What. The. Heck. Oh, it rained a LOT. And Gloria held umbrellas. I tried to hide. And Eric didn’t hate me. MOVING ON.
HAHHH This year I was in RAINBOW~~~ Which technically isn’t a colour. I don’t care, though. We were the Rainbow Skittles. And BOY it was sunny. I wore white. Because white light is a rainbow. Science. Y’know, I’d prefer Rainbow Hippos, or Unicorns (that’s purple), or even Squirrels, but no, Skittles. Whatever. And guess whaaaat?We were 4th. Like, we lost. It’s like, my first Sports Day I was last, and my final Sports Day ended the same. I am awesome like that.
Gah . . . memories. Of how I always hated Sports Day and how teachers would egg me on to PARTICIPATE, DARLING and I wouldn’t even CARE at all whatsoever. I hate Sports Day. It is hazardous to my health. Not really. Oh, but I ALWAYS loved the lunches. This is the first year I didn’t buy a freezie. I am genuinely shocked. I would try to always get the blue ones, but sometimes I’d get the disgusting purple ones that tasted like what gasoline smelled like. I’m lucky like that.
On Sports Day we don’t even do sports. Instead, we throw orbs at pretty boys, pile clothes on our heads, compare golf balls, hammer a nail into a log, trade Skittles, eat hot dogs, skin our knees, draw on our faces, use the power of the cape, and get rope burn/internal knuckle trauma.
COOL THING: This morning, I was like, ‘I need my cape. ‘Cause capes are awesome and flowy and TOTALLY match my dress.’ So, I brought my cape. And excitedly told Carol about it. And then she answered that she had brought one too. And THAT is just weird. That is wayy too many bad sentence starters, too.
Finally. I have finished Sports Day for good. HAhahahahahaha all you people younger than me you still have a ways to go ahahahaha. Unless they actually ENJOY it. Imagine that.
Okay, I’m going. Bye.