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Post by sillybillygoogoo on Jan 26, 2013 10:33:41 GMT -5
^ I was total Mallory, sans red hair but with the glasses. ;D I got so many injuries in gym class, from a sprained ankle to getting hit in the nose with a softball.
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starrynight
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Post by starrynight on Jan 27, 2013 0:06:54 GMT -5
No actual injuries here...but I faked one once to get out of our weekly timed run in 8th grade. Being benched like Mal would have been so much cooler!
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charjo
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Post by charjo on Jan 27, 2013 21:18:10 GMT -5
I actually (really) sprained my ankle playing volleyball in my 8th grade gym class. The ball was coming right for me and I jumped to get it. Apparently the guy next to me didn't have faith in my abilities and he jumped in front of me causing me to stumble and come down *hard* on my ankle. I had crutches for like 6 weeks and (much like Claudia) it still twinges when the weather is going to change.
Oddly enough I really loved volleyball or I wouldn't have been trying so hard!
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wanderingfrog
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Post by wanderingfrog on Jan 31, 2013 21:15:08 GMT -5
I can relate to the gym class stuff in this book, but right now I'm reading Karen's Brothers, which is the book where Karen suddenly decides she hates all boys, and it even seems immature for a seven-year-old. Plus, I don't think Karen keeps up the boy-hating for as long as Mallory does before she decides she was wrong and apologizes, so the Mal-hates-boys thing seems really immature.
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Post by booboobrewer on Jan 31, 2013 22:17:06 GMT -5
Agreed. The girls didn't hate the boys (or vice versa) when I was in sixth grade. It does seem very young of Mal...
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Post by wenonah4th on Feb 1, 2013 10:39:02 GMT -5
6th graders are more likely to just avoid the opposite sex, not knowing what to do with them!
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supprazz
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Post by supprazz on Feb 2, 2013 10:24:14 GMT -5
Mallory didn't hate boys, she just had the mensies! (PMS)
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Post by wenonah4th on Feb 2, 2013 11:58:36 GMT -5
HA!
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valuemeal2
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Post by valuemeal2 on Aug 29, 2013 15:47:29 GMT -5
Eh, I dunno... I thought all boys were icky and horrible until at least 8th grade. Sixth grade boys are the worst.
I'm reading this one right now and it's bringing back all sorts of horrible memories, LOL. That's EXACTLY how PE was for me for years, with the exception that because I'm really really tall, everyone expected me to be awesome at sports (especially volleyball and basketball), and I was awful. Finally, in 9th grade I got a teacher who let me bring out the equipment and put it away after class in order to earn extra credit, so it didn't matter that I was the worst player.
ETA: In 8th grade we got to pick one of four units-- archery, dodgeball, and two more that I can't remember. I picked archery, and it changed everything (similar to what Mal went through), because I was actually halfway decent at it! I love archery, haha. I also excelled at square dancing and line dancing in PE class-- the only two "sports" I could ever do and not totally suck at (thanks, years of dance class). Oh, and the 100 yard dash (but nothing else related to running, because I have zero endurance) because my legs are so long.
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Post by candykane on Aug 31, 2013 7:28:13 GMT -5
This book never fails to make me think of my ninth grade gym class. My volleyball experience was similar to this book, only not quite so bad because several of my classmates were just as bad at volleyball, so I didn't stand out like Mallory. I really, really hated the physical fitness testing, because I could barely do pushups and I couldn't chin myself on the bar at all. To make it worse, the whole class was always watching everyone else do their tests.
The one thing I was decent at was badminton, because my family always played it at home in the summertime.
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Post by CharlotteTJohanssen on Sept 24, 2013 20:09:37 GMT -5
I've always wanted to try archery so this book really wanted me to try it. Luckily there is a range down the street from me to try.
Anyway wasn't this the book when mal and Ben switch brothers for a night?
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Post by zoar3 on Sept 24, 2013 22:28:32 GMT -5
^Yes it was. Mal is determined to prove that her brothers are bigger pests and cause more trouble than Ben's. I never quite understood the desire for this switch but I was glad that at the end Mal had to realize her own brothers weren't so awful after all. In fact I would have loved reading as it happened Nicky, Adam, Byron, and Jordan's night and breakfast with Ben and his parents. It sounded like they had a wonderful time and Mr. Hobart even showed some home movies. Meanwhile back at the Pikes' Johnny, Mathew, and James Hobart run wild and poor James ends up getting hurt. Mal learned that the grass isn't always sparklier on the other side. What might have been a cool and sweet follow-up would be if Mal and Ben had switched houses for a night. That way they both could have a closer sense of each other's families and maybe become better friends too, avoiding card catalog and caroling mis-understandings.
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Post by CharlotteTJohanssen on Sept 24, 2013 22:44:09 GMT -5
Oh my gosh I loved that subplot and now I know which one it was from. The pike triplets quickly became my favorite after this book. Byron liking the slides and Adam playing the piano
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supprazz
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Post by supprazz on Sept 25, 2013 0:33:59 GMT -5
^ yeah, it gave them personalities apart from using water guns, hunting for treasure and not being able to tie their laces
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mallorypike
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Post by mallorypike on Jan 12, 2014 3:34:43 GMT -5
I absolutely hate gym class. I sm not athletic at all. While I despise every sport, my worsts are volleyball, basketball, and football. I could definitely relate to Mallory. However, her theory about boys is stupid. Like Australian boys are more mature than Stoneybrook boys... When I was ninth grade, I hated gym so much I actually skipped gym. I made fake doctor's notes. I did get caught and got suspended for two weeks. When I was in elementary school, I always faked injuries every time we played a sport. So I got to sit on the bench. Which was heaven for me.
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