Oh man, I hate gym class

In gym class, I was watching everyone play football (real football, you stupid america)) instead of playing. After the game, I helped bring stuff back to the shed. I startted talking with the teacher who reminded me of my schwetty work boss. She asked me to show her on a practice ball some kicks. The practice ball had a giant rectangular tower on it for no fathomable reason. She said I looked pretty good at it, and saked me if I’d play the next game. I hesitantly agreed, and then told her about my right ankle still hurting sometimes and why, she htugnht that pretty schitty. I offered to help her carry some of her stuff, since there was so much of it, and she thanked me and asked how we brought so much onto the field so quickly. I told her that I helped someone else carry it. Inside, there was some other girl going through the fridge, and that girls boyfriend feeling her up. I thought it was kindof annoying. The gym teacher got some cups of soda and I carried them outside so we could watch a movie. She closed the door behind me, still in the kitchen, and I heardher telling the other girl in there to keep her tongue out of her mouth when she kisses. Walking out, the boyfriend asked who she was kissing and she had no problem telling who, even though she had a boyfriend/husband at home.