I was tagged by Jen @ Pretty in PDX for a 7 Things (About Me) post, which I will then pass on to 7 other bloggers, if they chose to carry on the mission. I empathize with her #3 and laughed (with concern) at her #4. You will just have to read them - I'm not explaining any more.
I tried not to repeat any of the 10 Things from the Sugar Doll list.
1) Until I was in high school I thought the name of my nursery school was Magic Ears. I never questioned it; we sang a lot so okay, whatevs. Until high school when I was talking to someone who'd attended the same nursery school. And he said, "When we were in Magic Years, we..." and I said, "I'm sorry, what did you just call our old school?" "Magic Years." "Oh." "Why?" "No reason." I had been referring to our school - in public - as Magic Ears! For a decade. Then I went home and harassed my mother for letting me call it Magic Ears for so long. (She had no idea I'd been calling it Magic Ears, though, because it sounded so much like the correct name.)
2) I almost failed gym class any number of years (middle school to high school) because I hated it and would get out of participating by any means necessary. One method was assigning whichever jock was near me to "my jurisdiction" meaning if the ball came near us I'd step out of the way and they could be a hero.
3) During dodge ball I'd just mill along the sidelines talking to people but that backfired horribly in 6th grade. The person I was talking to got tagged out and I looked up to find that it was just me and my 6th grade crush left. Now I was tasked with holding onto a ball someone rolled to me and either a) attempting to tag him out, then be tagged out (in the most attractive manner possible) or b) wait to be tagged out (in the most attractive manner possible). Dodgeball is not an attractive game so most of those options (aside from the inevitability of being tagged out) were a one-way road to big fail. (I went for a.)
4) Another general avoidance tactic was pretending to be ill. Once, when we were sharing the gym with the senior class in high school (including my crush, a punk drummer) my sadistic gym teacher decided to make us do team relay races. Which consisted of laying on scooters and "swimming" across the floor, jumping jacks, etc. Basically any undignified motion. A clear case for feigning illness, right? Not when it results in them rolling in a wheelchair while the whole gym class stops what it's doing to watch the nurse hoist you in. And strap in your arms and legs lest you fall out, wheeling you through the halls while classes are changing, asking you things about whether you're men-stru-aye-ting or if there is any possibility you could be pregnant. Another big fail.
5) We weren't allowed to pick what we wanted to do in gym class; we just had to do whatever they gave us for that day. Softball was one of my least favorites (outside! having to swing thrice! running!) until I learned a way around it. I would swing down. That's right - I would swing the bat in the way most successful to avoid contact with a ball. This infuriated my gym teacher and he asked why I always seemed to be swinging away from the ball. "Well, if I hit the ball, then I have to run and pay attention. If I don't hit the ball, I can go sit down on the bleachers again and talk to my friends." o_0 faces ensued. Win!
6) In order to not fail gym, I'd have to do "make-up" gym class, which was held the same time as detention after school but consisted of calisthenics and laps around the smaller gym room. I didn't mind this nearly as much because I was with a bunch of other gym-haters and no one was trying to be good at calisthenics or laps.
7) In middle school we had a mandatory art project - a fire prevention poster for a school-wide contest. I asked to work on my regular art project instead, which I liked, but I was told I had to do the poster. My horrible witch classmate said, "Jesse, why are you always complaining? Why can't you do the fire prevention poster like the rest of us and just be happy." The poster parameters were that you could only use 4 colors. I used every color available to me for spite (at least 7 colors) and handed in my poster, hoping to be immediately disqualified. Take that, traitor art class! You didn't say I had to do your poster the right way! I won. And by that I mean I won the poster contest. I had to go to an award ceremony. I had my picture in the local paper.
And now, if you are willing, the following ladies are tagged:
1) Rad @ Cohabitating Closet
2) Blackbird Attic
3) Northwest is Best
4) K @ Pineapple Mint Vintage
5) No Signposts in the Sea
6) Commonwealth Girl
7) Remember Cats
La Fille was already tagged in Jen's post otherwise she would have been on my list too!