Growing up we are all told that lying is bad, no parent has ever taught a child that lying was something they should be doing. Personally my parents had always been very strict on lying and if I had been caught in the act it was game over. From when I was able to comprehend what lying was and even today I try and be as honest as I can. However this day in particular, I made an exception that I would come to regret.
It was a blazing hot May day in the northwest suburb of Chicago, otherwise known as Barrington, Illinois. Sweat was inescapable and would begin to flow just from entering the crossfire of the sun and the pavement, both of which did not seem like they were backing down anytime soon. People retreated from the sun into the safety of …show more content…
We all stood up and began our slow march towards the football turf, as our teacher opened the door, we could feel the heat emanating and cutting through the air conditioning that we all so terribly wanted to stay in. Our two senior gym leaders trailed behind us to make sure no one attempted to escape on our way to what seemed like death row. The sun blinded us as soon as we stepped outside, and the sweat began to slowly flow off my skin just as it had when I entered the building not four hours before. We walked down the road towards the football field with dread and teenage angst. We attempted to make the quarter of a mile walk to the football field as long as possible. My steps were the size of a preschool students, attempting to buy time before I had to exert myself for the amusement of our gym teacher. Our journey came to an end and we entered the house of pain, usually this nickname would be given to the stadium later that night at the Friday night high school football game, but it would make an exception for this gym period, and for our class. We stepped onto the burning track that had been soaking in the sun all day, being rubber, it only made it worse, making every step feel like I was stepping onto a block of lava. The pain in my legs and the fire under my feet was just too much for me at the
It was a blazing hot May day in the northwest suburb of Chicago, otherwise known as Barrington, Illinois. Sweat was inescapable and would begin to flow just from entering the crossfire of the sun and the pavement, both of which did not seem like they were backing down anytime soon. People retreated from the sun into the safety of …show more content…
We all stood up and began our slow march towards the football turf, as our teacher opened the door, we could feel the heat emanating and cutting through the air conditioning that we all so terribly wanted to stay in. Our two senior gym leaders trailed behind us to make sure no one attempted to escape on our way to what seemed like death row. The sun blinded us as soon as we stepped outside, and the sweat began to slowly flow off my skin just as it had when I entered the building not four hours before. We walked down the road towards the football field with dread and teenage angst. We attempted to make the quarter of a mile walk to the football field as long as possible. My steps were the size of a preschool students, attempting to buy time before I had to exert myself for the amusement of our gym teacher. Our journey came to an end and we entered the house of pain, usually this nickname would be given to the stadium later that night at the Friday night high school football game, but it would make an exception for this gym period, and for our class. We stepped onto the burning track that had been soaking in the sun all day, being rubber, it only made it worse, making every step feel like I was stepping onto a block of lava. The pain in my legs and the fire under my feet was just too much for me at the