Essay about being laughed at in gym class

The third class on Friday morning was physical education. As soon as the class started, the physical education teacher told us to practice the standing long jump first and then take the test after 20 minutes. My classmates and I immediately started practicing seriously and nervously. Stand still with your feet slightly apart, squat down half-squat, swing your arms vigorously, then stretch upward, fly into the air, work hard to move forward, and jump!

After practicing for about 10 times, I feel good about myself. 20 minutes are up and the teacher announces the start of the test. When it was my turn, I repeated the practiced movements and jumped! ――165cm! not bad. After all the girls took the test, I ranked first.

Our classroom is on the third floor. When I went upstairs to the classroom, I felt that the muscles in my thighs were very sore and I felt weak. I probably was practicing standing long jump. When I went downstairs after school, I felt a little sore in my belly when I was carrying my schoolbag, and it hurt when I stretched it.

When I got home, I told my mother about my soreness. My mother said, "It's okay. I'm a long jumper. It will hurt even more tomorrow!" Huh?

This morning, my mother ran to my bed and wanted to lie with me for a while. I moved to the side to make room for my mother. "Oh, my belly! Why does it hurt when I exert myself?" My mother faced me and started telling jokes. No

That’s right. Usually I beg her to talk, but she refuses to talk. Why are you so proactive today? There must be some conspiracy - she wants to make me laugh! Makes my belly hurt! This year! A mother can even "poison" her own daughter! Isn’t this a flower bone that harms the motherland!

I covered my ears and refused to listen. No, every word and every sentence went into my ears one by one. Just looking at my mother’s beaming expression was enough to make me laugh. Haha~~hehe~~hehe~~my belly! I now know what "belly pain from laughing" means.

Not only the belly reacted, but the thighs also reacted! When I lift my leg, oh, it hurts! Why don't you obey orders? It's like a piece of other people's flesh is stuck to it, it's tight. I try to keep my range of motion as small as possible.

However, I really want to eat "Wangwang Little Crispy" so much that my mother can't buy it for me. If you want to satisfy your craving, you have to pay, so go downstairs. I live on the eighth floor, and walking up and down stairs is always tiring. Adding to this the sequelae of my standing long jump today, it really added fuel to the fire!

I walked out the door and took the first step downstairs. I don’t know if I don’t try it. I will be shocked if I try it. Why does it hurt so much! My right leg barely stretched out, but my left leg was too weak to support my body, and I was about to fall! I quickly held the handrail on the stairs. I had to think of a way, right! As long as I don't raise my leg, it won't hurt so much. Wouldn't it be better if I walk sideways? I turned sideways, held on to the railing, moved my left leg down a step, and then dragged my right leg down. The long steps, isn’t this the Long March? When will it come to an end?

I simply turned around and walked backwards! You don't have to lift your legs, just rub them down. I grinned and struggled hard, and it took me three minutes to get down half the floor. My mother opened the door and saw my glorious image, and immediately laughed: "The crab is walking sideways, what kind of animal is this walking backwards?"

"Why don't you have sympathy! Don’t make me laugh! Oops, my belly~”…