The school year is almost over, and the little Murdo Girl is finding herself somewhat bewildered. She loves her life just the way it is, but change comes, whether we’re ready for it or not.
We had a physical fitness test at school today. We had to do things like push-ups, sit-ups, and run. The 8th grade boys evaluated us. I’m pretty good at sports-like things, and I was doing great until we had to do sit-ups. I wore stretchy, stirrup pants because I thought they would be comfortable to do physical fitness things in. I was wrong. During sit-ups, one of the 8th grade boys held my legs down, while another boy counted. I had only done about 5, and my pants started to creep down. This presented a problem. I didn’t want to fail the test, but I couldn’t let my pants come down either. I couldn’t tell the 8th grade boys I had to quit, because my pants were falling down. I would be the laughing-stock of the whole school.
I did one more sit up, but I knew it was over. I promise you, I could have done at least 25 if it hadn’t been for those stupid pants. The 8th grade boys probably think I’m just lazy. They don’t know my face was red because I was mad and embarrassed. They probably thought it was from exertion.
I kind of had the problem during the running too, because I couldn’t hold my pants up while I ran. Can you imagine how funny that would look? I didn’t exactly fail the test, but I’m sure I was in the lower percentile and that hurts.
The only thing that can make matters worse will be if Billy finds out. He will tease me in front of his friends. He won’t think about all those times I practiced football with him. He must have tackled me 100 times.
Rally Day is next week, and I’m going to choose my pants carefully. I hope those 8th grade boys are watching, because I plan on getting blue ribbons in broad jump, running, and maybe high jump. Last year, I got a white ribbon for the sack race, but that wasn’t all my fault. My partner stepped in a little bit of a hole, and we both fell down. I would almost rather not get a ribbon at all, than get a 3rd place white one.
Billy always goes out for track. Dad takes him in the car to go run. That sounds funny doesn’t it? Sometimes I ride with them, so I can practice running too. Usually, we take the road that goes out by the North Dam. After we’ve gone a ways, we drop Billy off, and he runs all the way back home.
Dad usually drops me off by Portia Burn’s house, and I run home from there. I have no idea why Billy doesn’t just run halfway, then double back. It would be just as far, and Dad wouldn’t waste gas.
My favorite sport right now is tether ball. There is a pole with a rope tied to the top. A ball hangs at the end of the rope. Two players hit the ball back and forth trying to wind the ball around the pole. The one who gets the ball wound tight around the pole first wins. The winner gets to keep playing until someone beats them. If you’re a talented player, you can sometimes play for the whole recess. If you’re not any good, you can waste your whole recess just standing in line.
Another sport I like is figure skating. I can skate backwards, and do crazy eights too. The only problem with skating, is it’s a pretty long walk to whatever dam we skate on. There have been a few times that we have walked all the way to the South Dam, and by the time we get our skates on, we’re too cold to skate. Then, we have to take them off and walk all the way back home. Sometimes, I get so cold, my hands and feet hurt when they start to warm up.
That’s my whole sports life. As far as that fitness test goes, the way I look at it, there’s always next year. You live and then you learn.
I wonder where Billy is. I haven’t seen him all day. I guess he probably knows I’m in Rally Day next week.