How's that for an attention grabber? Are you curious? Anyone who knows me is probably shocked that I even have one because #1 I'm pretty much a typical church girl kind of goody two shoes and #2 I'm very transparent and real with people. In fact, although there are things I've done that were stupid, sinful, and/or not entirely legal (Don't judge, I was young once and besides there were no felonies involved) and maybe even unkind or less than honest, none of them are really secrets. Everyone may not know everything, but I'm reasonably sure that a few people know several things. But there is one thing that I think only Jim knows (and I doubt he even remembers). It's not really a secret in the sense that I've purposefully kept it hidden. It just isn't the sort of topic that tends to come up. So.... are you ready? Can you handle it? The DEEP, DARK, DEPLORABLE secret is....
I once got a D on my quarter report card!!!! OK for those who don't know me, you most likely are thinking, "That's it! Seriously? What's so secretive about THAT?" And for those faithful readers who do know me, you know that would be a very big deal. So, let me just say that for the most part, I'm a pretty easy going, go with the flow, it doesn't have to be perfect kind of person. My house is usually messy; I adjust pretty easily to changes in plans or unexpected circumstances (unless, of course, that means that I will be missing out on some kind of treat😞); I generally handle interruptions well (sometimes a little TOO well in that they can get me completely off track, which is kind of one of the central issues for ADHDers). Yep, I'm quite flexible. Except in one area. Grades. That's the place where I have always excelled (though not to the degree of my potential, which also is an ADHD thing). But I've always had mostly A's in any subject where I put forth even a fair amount of effort and B's and the very infrequent C in those where I didn't. Even now, I'm trying not to get too freaked out about the possibility that I might get a B in one of my classes this term.
Guess what class it was? Those who don't know me very well will think, "You have got to be kidding. How could anyone get a D in that?????" And those who do know me better will think, "Yep. Totally can see that." It was gym. I know, it's a no brainer class, right? Well, yeah, but the brainy classes aren't usually my problem. Except for sometimes math. Mostly because I hate it, so it's hard to make myself concentrate, and math definitely requires concentration to learn. You can't just fake your way through it. Either you know it, or you don't. There's no middle ground. But in 8th grade gym class your grade was composed of 2 things, mostly participation and to a slight degree skill. OK in case anyone doesn't know this, I hate sports. Don't like to watch them and really really absolutely don't think it's fun to play them. There are very few things I'd rather not do than sports. Also, and this may be partly why I dislike sports, I am the most uncoordinated, nonathletic person in the world. Maybe in the universe. Together this makes me really bad at sports and all the skills they test you on in gym. I was that kid in school. You know, the one who had the top score in English class and the lowest in gym. When we picked teams, I was the first chosen for spelling bee and the last chosen for kickball. My other problem was that I generally HATED junior high (the term for middle school way back in the Dark Ages of the 1970s), so I often just stayed home from school. My mom didn't really care. And you can't really get participation points if you don't show up. So that's how I, the eternal honor student, ended up with my one and only D, which was only on the quarter report card. I did extra credit the following quarter by helping with some after school sports set up and other tasks so that I got a B for the second quarter, which averaged with my D, gave me a C for my semester grade. Normally, that would have been devastating, but it was gym, which back in those days didn't even count in your GPA.
So there you have my scandalous story. I know it's pretty boring as far as deep, dark secrets go. I actually would feel sorry if for some reason some government agent got stuck having to spy on me. Poor guy! He might end up being the first person to actually die of boredom. I hope you aren't too disappointed it wasn't anything juicy or exciting. But, then again, if I did have such a secret, do you think I'd actually share it? Maybe I would just tell you a story about a much more innocuous one instead. 😁
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