The Back Story:
When I was a freshman in high school, I was on the varsity swim team. My boyfriend at the time was also on the team, as well as his brother and his brother’s girlfriend, who I had serious problems with. Our school did not have a pool, so everyday at 4:00 p.m. we (the team) would have to get on the bus and drive to our rival school to practice in their pool. For some legal reasons, students were not allowed to drive other students to the pool, but they could drive themselves if they had a car and a license.
The Actual Story:
The boy I was dating at the time was two years older than I, which meant he owned a car. For whatever reason, he drove the two of us to practice one day. Of course, the coaches saw us, and one of them confronted us. I sort of ignored him and walked to the locker room to let my ex deal with it.
Practice went on as usual. It ended, we dried off, and I got on the bus so I wouldn’t get into any more trouble. As we were leaving, I saw my ex’s brother and his girlfriend get into her car and leave the pool. What the fuck?!
On the bus, the lady coach confronted me about earlier that day. By this time, I was furious. She accused me of lying to the other coach about how I got to the pool. I told her that I didn’t say anything at all to him and that he was making it up. (It’s true, there’s no point in me lying about any of this.) She flat out told me that she couldn’t believe what I had to say because she had to believe what the other coach had said.
It was at this point that I told her about my ex’s brother and his girlfriend. I asked her what she was going to do about it. She told me that it was only a problem for students to drive one another to the pool, not from the pool. I was livid. I was accused of being a liar, and the bitch and her snotty boyfriend that made my time on the swim team suck balls was getting away with something I couldn’t.
Being the emotionally unstable and hormonal fourteen-year-old that I’m sure all of us females were, I just shook my head the whole time in disbelief as the lady coach was explaining to me the politics of it all. Fuck politics. She took that lying ass-hole’s word over mine, and nothing was going to happen to the other two who broke the rules because they were the biggest ass-kissers on the team.
Well, apparently, shaking my head and tearing up wasn’t the correct response to the lady coach’s explanations. I remember what she said, verbatim, in response to my head shaking: “Well, obviously you don’t give a shit about what I’m saying, so I don’t give a shit.” She turned around in her seat and ignored me until the next day.
Some serious injustice went on that day. I was more humiliated than embarrassed at my reaction to her bullshit. I wasn’t even publicly humiliated or anything, just personally humiliated. I still feel shame about that night, though. I should have been more mature about that situation. I should have known a better way to handle my feelings. I felt sort of betrayed, betrayed by myself in not kissing ass harder than those two had. I would have felt more confident that I could bend the rules and be nonchalant about it. Instead, I took life too seriously and made an ass out of myself. Luckily, I got over it and moved on.
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