OH NO!!!
IT'S BAAAAAAAK!!!
OK, I'm just kidding!
Andy, could you please answer a question for me? OK?
What if, you had been in a car accident, as I was at the age of 4, and as a result, you had a crippled up knee, as I had, and because of it, you were unable to run, and could only walk with a limp, and was lousy at sports, as I was?
Then . . . . . my question to you is this . . .
. . . would you still have been allowed to excel academically so that you had graduated from high school, and gone on to be successful?
Or . . . . . would you have been rejected by your school, your teachers, and your peers, as I was?
You see, I believe, that the main why you were allowed to excel academically was because you were also good at sports.
I, on the other hand, when I was in the 4th grade, I got suspended from school because I had failed to climb a rope in the gymnasium, even though, I was passing all my other academic subjects, that made no difference to my PE instructor. Even though, I was unable to climb the rope, due to my fucked up left knee, that still made no difference.
I got suspended anyway!!!
Oh! It wasn't as though I had refused to climb the rope, or that I didn't try. I tried alright. I wanted to be able to climb, at least a third of the way up, or a fourth of the way up the rope, or even just a couple of feet up the rope. But I could not go up the rope at all.
There was too much pain in my left knee. Yes, I tried to wrap my short, somewhat chubby legs around the rope, but I could not get a tight enough grip, and I kept slipping, so it wasn't as though I didn't put in any effort.
Nobody ever showed me how to climb a rope, or the proper technique.
So, I got suspended from school because I failed to climb that stupid rope!
This was back in the early 1960s when I was in the 4th grade.
Then in the 5th grade, I had a teacher who was really super Gung Ho when it came to PE, and he really liked to humiliate me in the gym in front of the other students. One day, were were playing basketball. I dropped the ball, it slipped out of my hands, and he picked it up, and punched me in the stomach as hard as he could with the basketball, and I was all doubled over in pain, and it seemed like an eternity before I could start breathing again. I nearly passed out.
OK. My mother taught me how to read and write before I even started school. By the time I was only in the 3rd grade, I could already read at the high school and adult level. Science was my favorite subject, especially Astronomy. During the summer months, I would check out adult level books on Astronomy from the public library in town.
Anyway . . . . .
One day, our 5th grade class was checking out books from the school library. Now, while all the other students were allowed to check out any books they wanted, I was NOT!!! I saw this Astronomy book that I wanted, and I was not allowed to check it out. So, we got into an arrangement over it, and my teacher dragged me out into the hallway, grabbed me by the shoulders, and pushed me backwards, bashing my head against the corner of the concrete block wall.
The following year, that teacher was fired, but the damage was done.
For years afterward, I would have dizzy spells and headaches which gradually became less intense during my teenage years.
Yeah, when I was 13 years old, I scored 150 points on a standard IQ test.
Of course, for me, high school was no picnic either.
I could go on and on, but, I suggest you read one of my earlier topics titled . . .
THE HORSE THIEVES AMONG US! Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010
http://www.sportssuck.org/phpbb2/viewto ... f=1&t=4425
Please do check it out!
OK, now, I believe, that if I had not had a crippled up left knee, and if I had been able to run, and climb ropes, then, instead of only being to walk with a limp, if I had been good at sports, then perhaps, they might have been more tolerant of some of my odd eccentricities, like wanting to read Astronomy books all the time.
I probably would have been allowed to excel academically, if I had been good at sports or at least, had done well in PE.
But NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
I was treated like garbage, just because I was lousy at sports.
OK, I'm sorry to have to say this to you, but . . .
You had come into these forums, even though you were polite, you came in here, with your authoritarian attitude, criticizing me and Sergey, and with your smug looking avatar!
It's like, your were the cock of the walk! Like, hey! Look at me! Ain't I special!!!
Sorry, but I don't like your avatar! to me, it sucks. OK?
You see, I'm like a great big ol' bear with a thorn in his paw!
And, your avatar, is like waving the proverbial red cloth in front of the proverbial charging bull.
Yeah, because I weigh about 400 pounds, I sort of like to compare myself to a big ol' bear.
But, I'm more like a wounded bear.
Yeah, I am one fifth Iroquois, so maybe I should adopt a Native American name like, Wounded Bear, or Crazy Bear.
Because, I feel like a wounded, crazy bear.
OK???