by, 19-Aug-2011 at 01:35 (415 Views)
Tonight Iíve been remembering all those times I had to change for gym. The girls locker room was undoubtably the worst, and definitely best, place on earth. Starting in 6th grade we all had to start changing for gym. It was then that I started dreading gym, something I once waited for like a kid nearing Christmas. I was never the skinny model type and I surely wasnít the most average kid out there, either. I was chubby, tall, and confused. Every time I would go into the locker room one of two things happened:
1. I would be tormented about my masculinity and beat up while being told to find my locker in the boys locker room.
2. I would be ignored because the girls were all too worried I would start eyeing them while they were getting undressed.
I guess all of my middle school class mates saw something in me that I had trouble seeing until the end of high school. The way I dressed, and inevitably acted, made them believe I was gay. Now we know that wasnít a lie, but this isnít the point.
Truth isÖ I WAS eyeing them down in the locker room. Believe me, there was nothing nice to look at. ;D Young maturing bodies are nothing close to being attractive. >_<
Now that I'm done with high school, it's quite hilarious what used to happen.