Given this fact, I think my parents were still surprised when they received a letter that I might not graduate high school because of my gym grade - yes gym as in PE.
Since I had only taken gym my freshman year I had a hard time trying to figure out how on earth I could have managed to screw up my grade in gym of all classes.
As it turns out, it was all due to a surgery I had my freshman year which forced me to be out of school for 2 weeks and sit out gym class for an entire month. I thought that since I had a doctors note that prohibited me from any physical exercise for 4 weeks - that I was in the clear. I would dress up in my gym clothes and go and hang out while my classmates played volleyball and ran laps. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that my lack of participation for medical reasons meant I would fail gym!
With only 2 weeks left until graduation my mother was irate and I was cursing the day they made gym a mandatory subject. To this day - I have no idea how all of those hours kickball have made a contribution in my life.
I went and groveled on hands and knees to my old teacher to change my grade. She was less than understanding and could have cared less if I graduated or not. Fair enough - it had been four years since I had failed her class. Eventually after getting sick of me begging she agreed to give me an incomplete and let me make up my missed hours in the remaining 2 weeks.
I kissed my senior half days goodbye and had to join all of the new freshman for gym. It was humbling and infuriating all at the same time. After my sentence was up she changed my grade from an Incomplete to a C - good enough for me to graduate but not good enough for me to forgive and forget.
I did have high hopes of my classmates rallying together chanting "Donna Martin graduate..." oh wait, wrong high school
Submitted as part of Mama Kat's writing workshop.