Me and the Sidelines: A story of trying to fit in by sitting out
by Emily Conrad
The pitcher paused before rolling the kickball toward me to call to the rest of the team. “Everybody move up!”
The outfielders obeyed, coming into the infield because I was up to kick, and everybody knew the ball wouldn’t exactly fly.
One glorious time, I managed to launch the ball back out and over the pitcher’s head, but that fluke didn’t negate all my other kickball experiences.
I was learning a belief about myself: I’m not good at sports.
Oh, and also: I don’t like people to notice I’m bad at something.
Oh, and also: People are more likely to notice I'm bad at sports than other things like art or academics.
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The pitcher paused before rolling the kickball toward me to call to the rest of the team. “Everybody move up!”
The outfielders obeyed, coming into the infield because I was up to kick, and everybody knew the ball wouldn’t exactly fly.
One glorious time, I managed to launch the ball back out and over the pitcher’s head, but that fluke didn’t negate all my other kickball experiences.
I was learning a belief about myself: I’m not good at sports.
Oh, and also: I don’t like people to notice I’m bad at something.
Oh, and also: People are more likely to notice I'm bad at sports than other things like art or academics.
Read more »
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