I was never chosen for anything. Actually, I'm sort of grateful for that. I would've been a much different person if I had been, and not necessarily in a good way. When you get older, you realize how unimportant being popular is. You're cool, Jane.
This feels so relatable! At school, I was told I didn't talk enough, then told off when I made the effort to talk more. And I was the last to be picked, whether for a sports team or someone to dance with at the school disco.
When I was at school in the ‘70s and ‘80s here in the UK, during normal PE lessons, a team captain would choose their preferred players. (It was never me. 😆)
Today, I think the teachers tend to create teams during PE lessons. While they try to be more inclusive, I imagine some pupils feel disgruntled if their team is allocated the less capable players. My children (now 19 and 20) were better at school sports than me, and did not report any major problems.
Our son is 18 and it's organized teams as far as I know. Coaches do have preferences of choosing their favorite players even at a young age, my husband and I witnessed this often when our son played little league.
Jane, I hear you. I was never chosen as a little girl either and I was actually quite happy about that. Always wanted it to be on the sidelines and not upfront. I had the same haircut that you have and it looks like my Catholic school uniform you have on with the little collar.
Thanks Kathleen. I don’t think it was a uniform 😆 though. Probably hand me downs from cousins from a decade earlier.
Those hair cuts though!!
I think it's good to be on the sidelines sometimes. Sometimes throughout like we are in the sidelines (most of the times we are as humans). We are also in the spotlight too at times, we all have 15 minutes of fame or something like that.
When I was 10, a girl I thought was my BFF didn’t invite me to her 11th birthday. It was her first co-ed party and she didn’t want me there. There was no real excuse. I felt so rejected at the time, like I was suddenly not cool enough for her. To this day, more than 35 years later, I don’t understand why.
Ouch!! That type of rejection stings so much,Cynthia. Especially at that young age. It kind of sticks with you though and the "friend" probably doesn't remember at all.
I was never chosen for anything. Actually, I'm sort of grateful for that. I would've been a much different person if I had been, and not necessarily in a good way. When you get older, you realize how unimportant being popular is. You're cool, Jane.
Thanks, Carole! I think the "not being chosen" especially early on gives compassion, empathy and and character in a good way!
You are very cool too!
I felt every word of this Jane 🙏
❤️🩹 I'm happy you liked it but feel sad that others have felt this. If that makes sense.
Thanks so much for reading and commenting.
This feels so relatable! At school, I was told I didn't talk enough, then told off when I made the effort to talk more. And I was the last to be picked, whether for a sports team or someone to dance with at the school disco.
It's difficult to win sometimes isn't it as far as talking enough or not, isn't?
Picking teams, scar for sure. I guess they still do that in school?
When I was at school in the ‘70s and ‘80s here in the UK, during normal PE lessons, a team captain would choose their preferred players. (It was never me. 😆)
Today, I think the teachers tend to create teams during PE lessons. While they try to be more inclusive, I imagine some pupils feel disgruntled if their team is allocated the less capable players. My children (now 19 and 20) were better at school sports than me, and did not report any major problems.
Our son is 18 and it's organized teams as far as I know. Coaches do have preferences of choosing their favorite players even at a young age, my husband and I witnessed this often when our son played little league.
It's hard to see that kind of favouritism, and it can bring back difficult memories.
It sure can.
Jane, I hear you. I was never chosen as a little girl either and I was actually quite happy about that. Always wanted it to be on the sidelines and not upfront. I had the same haircut that you have and it looks like my Catholic school uniform you have on with the little collar.
Thanks Kathleen. I don’t think it was a uniform 😆 though. Probably hand me downs from cousins from a decade earlier.
Those hair cuts though!!
I think it's good to be on the sidelines sometimes. Sometimes throughout like we are in the sidelines (most of the times we are as humans). We are also in the spotlight too at times, we all have 15 minutes of fame or something like that.
When I was 10, a girl I thought was my BFF didn’t invite me to her 11th birthday. It was her first co-ed party and she didn’t want me there. There was no real excuse. I felt so rejected at the time, like I was suddenly not cool enough for her. To this day, more than 35 years later, I don’t understand why.
Ouch!! That type of rejection stings so much,Cynthia. Especially at that young age. It kind of sticks with you though and the "friend" probably doesn't remember at all.
I haven’t kept in touch with her!
I don't blame you!!