I stood on the playing field outside Churchill Junior High in Galesburg just staring at my feet and waiting; it was the most painful time of the day – PE class — when kids chose who was going to play on their teams.
I’d say a silent prayer: “Don’t let me be last, don’t let me be last.”
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I stood on the playing field outside Churchill Junior High in Galesburg just staring at my feet and waiting; it was the most painful time of the day – PE class — when kids chose who was going to play on their teams.
I’d say a silent prayer: “Don’t let me be last, don’t let me be last.”
But, of course, I usually was the last one chosen.
And they wouldn’t even call my name. The team captain would just point and I’d shuffle over.
God gave me a lot of gifts, but athletic ability was never one of them. I was always tall for my age and never particularly coordinated. Baseballs would buzz by my glove and basketballs turned into air balls seconds after leaving my fingertips.
While other kids viewed gym class as something like recess, I viewed it as a torture, a painful ritual of youth.
Back when I was an education reporter, I was assured this practice of peer selection of teammates had been phased out by gym teachers pretty much everywhere. It was recognized as detrimental to the development of children.
So, imagine my surprise when I learned that is how they sometimes select teams at the school where my daughters attend.
Now, I know I will inevitably hear from readers who will say “life is tough, kids need to learn that early.”