Jeffari-al-Texani wrote:
Sunshock wrote:
Edited. Again!: ...damn, I'm the only female in the house. Fuckin' sweet.
Just like high school.
Did you go to a boy's school???
Nope, in freshman and sophomore year of high school [those two years were spent at, of all things, a Catholic school
], when it came time for P.E., our class was grouped up with, in freshman year, the 8th graders; sophomore year, the juniors and seniors. The girls would either play volleyball or hang out along the fence. I opted to join the 2/3 of the boys in a good game of soccer. [The remaining 1/3 played basketball.]
Mind you, we had no P.E. uniforms, so we wore our school uniforms, shirts untucked and white undershirts too. I got to wear shorts underneath my uniform skirt.
And I kicked ass on defense too! I miss those days and the original gang--Chris, Enoch, Jesse, Paul, Frank, Jose, and sometimes Chris' girlfriend Mayumi [best fuckin' goalie on the team!!!]. We had a blast.
Shame I hadn't played footy since though.
After the move to another part of town as well as a school transfer to a fucking public school, away from the lot, it wasn't worth it.
edited to add--By the way, we didn't have a grassy playing field. We're talking Miami here. We had a patio that was well split into three areas--the basketball court, the volleyball court, and the kickball field [which we converted into our soccer field]. Concrete. Which meant a good handful of cuts, scrapes, bruises. You name it. A good game was never wasted if you stopped in at the nurse's office after a game, before you got a pass to go back to class. Late. And without the teacher bitching about why we were late!! 
Went home with a few good strong bruises on my back m'self. Mostly from defending the best way I could--letting the ball ricochet off my back.
And those fucking hurt!!!