Twoshadows

"Oh no, it happened again.
He's cool, he's hot, he's my friend er...PE Teacher"

It was the first day of school. I wasn't looking forward to my PE class. I walked into the gym and joined the group of kids that were in the same class as me. The teacher walked in...and what a surprise to see that it was Tom DeLonge. I instantly decided that PE wasn't going to be as bad as I had originally thought. He was wearing a golden yellow T-shirt and long black shorts.

He told us the first thing that he would be doing would be to teach us a bunch of short exercises that we would need to do everyday. He told us to take notes. He demonstrated each exercise, then we would do it, then we would write it down on our papers. I remember one particular exercise I had trouble getting right. It was called something like Jump Back. We were supposed to jump backwards into a squating position and from there jump up into the air. For some reason I kept trying to go down into a push-up before the jump. I had to repeat this several times to get it right. I hoped Tom wasn't watching me mess up, but part of me was hoping he'd notice how good I was as push-ups.

Finally he told us to turn in our papers. He said he hoped we had taken good notes, and that he expected at least 3 pages worth of notes from each of us. I looked at my paper. I had filled only half a page. I had no idea that we were supposed to be turning this in. I had thought it was for personal reference only. My writing was a mess. I had two places I had scribbled out whole lines of writing. I hadn't really written much besides the name of the exercise and a few stick figures to remind me of the few exercises I wasn't familiar with.

I decided to go talk to Tom. He was with a group fo people, but I worked my way in and stood by him until he acknowledged me. I held my paper to him and told him that I hadn't known that we were supposed to be turning these in. He looked at my paper. I told him that I knew most of these exercises already so I didn't write much down. He knodded as if that made perfect sense. And he smiled at the stick figures that I had drawn. I asked if it would be better to turn it it now as it was or if I should take it home and write it up much better. He told me that it would be fine to take it home and do what I felt I needed to do to it. He then smiled at me, and I could tell that he was glad that I was in his class. It made me happy.