Huh, I never needed a note to say, "Can't, not gonna." Of course, it wasn't like the PE teacher was going to frogmarch me around the track. A Gandhi-esque bout of lump-on-the-groundness seemed to work.
Mostly I bowed out of things that involved flinging myself around. They brought out gymnastics equipment and expected a bunch of lumps to cavort on the stuff, whereas all I saw were broken bones in my future.
Oh, and swimming in high school.
I was very lucky wrt gym. K-8 all of my gym teachers were wonderful about letting me participate as much as I felt comfortable, without ever questioning me. In highschool, I had another study period.
A Gandhi-esque
I believe you mean Ganjhi.
Maybe he'd been smoking the ganjhi.
Now when I experience inappropriate giggling when someone mentions Gandhi it is all P-C's fault. Or I could blame it on the ganjhi. Either way much explaining will have to follow.
Hey, hivemind. I'm doing tshirts for my BFF's son's charity walk. I've designed a "superman" theme, but I can't find a royal blue tshirt on zazzle or cafepress. Any other sites where you can create your own stuff?
Thanks!
FYI, I got an email from Emily, and her school is now blocking b.org. She said to let you all know.
back to work
Home-schooling is legal; bashing in the head of a school administrator for acting like a Barney Fife in a low-budget women-behind-bars flick probably isn't. I'm just trying to stay out of jail, here.
Good call then with the home schooling!!!!
wrt gym & school, I guess there was an advantage to being in a wheelchair in elementary school. Middle School started as sitting on the side lines "you can be our timer guy during wrestling season, and score keeper during kick ball..." um. No. So they said I could spend PE in the library. YA! High School had this weird thing where you had to read a series of articles on athletics and answer questions. I got to the point where I could skim for the key words and finish in 10 minutes, and then go to the library.