I’m taking a physical education class for my degree program. Since I’m very bad at names, and because I’m relatively shy and have a hard time getting to know people past first impressions, I tend to remember people by their role. This class has been chock full of characters.
Of course we have the Token Gay Guy. He is as gay as the day is long. He’s hilarious and very entertaining. At least once every class I will hear him exclaim “I can’t do that! I’ll die!” I know it’s not funny if I say (or type) it, so go find the nearest gay man and have them do it.
College Sophomore Barbie is taking the class while home from her “real college” for the summer. May be it’s my own insecurities, but I feel like she thinks she’s lowering herself to take the class. She even went out of her way to point out in our “Hello, my name is” openings that she is taking the class to transfer back to her college. She comes complete with a nose piercing, sorority rush t-shirt and turned-up nose. See? I just don’t like girls. Oh, and she’s not even cute.
The Class Clown is a guy in his mid-20s. He is totally annoying in a really cute way and I have to admit he brings some levity to an otherwise trying class. So far he has done all the standard jokes: flirted with the teacher, fake farted during planks (I hope it was fake any way), and is forever the over-exuberant “isn’t gym class fun!” cheerleader.
Then there is the Lovable Oaf. He’s the one who strolls in 10 minutes late to class, with his book in a plastic grocery store bag and has to borrow a pen from the teacher because he has no writing utensil. But we forgive him, because he’s just so lovable. See: Lovable Oaf.
There’s always at least one Mysterious One in every group of people. In this case it’s a girl, probably in her early 20s. I haven’t heard her say a word. She shows up for every class in sweatpants and a hooded sweatshirt and never takes the hood down. I don’t know why she wears a sweat suit. She doesn’t need to lose weight and she’s obviously very fit as she has no problem with any exercise we do. Hmmm, mysterious.
Even in college you have the Teacher’s Pet, alternatively named, “Hi Over Here Please Pay Attention to Me!” This is the girl who prolongs class by asking questions no one needs the answer to. For example, we have a paper due the last day of class. She of course needed to ask if she could just do it right away and hand it in early… why? Right? Why? This is also the girl who always seems to have on a shirt that (oops!) doesn’t fit quite right for a gym class and omg it keeps just slipping down my shoulder and look at my stomach that keeps showing because of my inappropriate attire. ugh, puke.
Luckily the girl who sits next to me was outgoing enough to strike up conversation with me during one of our warm-up walks. She doesn’t have a role because I actually bothered to learn her name. She is a single, independent, nursing student. I like her so much I am trying to hook her up with my brother-in-law.
This is an entry for the 37th installment of Just Write, an exercise in free writing.