I am not a girl. I am an athlete. That’s not weird. In fifth grade, my friend Ariella and I were exhausted at P.E. because dance rehearsal had gone late the night before. It was as if we had just run a marathon. We didn’t want to let our (all girls) team down, so we tried our best. After a while, our team asked if we could play one of the boys’ teams.
Our P.E. coach, Coach Jeff, said, “No, because the boys always kick the girls’ butts!”
Our jaws dropped like rocks at how insensitive he could be. We were just so frustrated because we knew it wasn’t true. It felt like he wasn’t respecting who I was.