These girls (and boys) CANNOT jump rope for NOTHING in the world. They can't even jump through an entire version of ''Cinderella Dressed in Yella''!
I feel like screaming, ''WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!! Don't you know how to dribble a ball and run at the same time?''
Alas, I cannot scream. I do not yell. I do not sigh. I say, ''Nice shot, Ivan!'' and ''Aw, better luck next time, Crystal'' and ''Wow, Lawrence! You almost made that basket!''
I remember the good ol' tetherball days with no swinging, no roping, and no stopping. I got a little excited while in the process of whipping a student's tail in tetherball, and yelled, ''YOUUUUU'REEEE OUTTTAA HERE!'' The response, ''No, Teacher! That's a violation! We get 3 violations before we are out.''
And, yet, these kids don't understand that 3 strikes means you're out in baseball.
Woe to this generation of Call of Duty encumbered couch potato internet surfin' cry baby motor skill lacking children.
Miss Lockett still loves ya'll, though. Never fear. I will teach you how to read, write, and kick a ball from Delano all the way to Kentucky.