tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425497.post5015057035258146272..comments2009-03-20T15:48:47.424-07:00Comments on Existence is Wonderful: On Putting One's Eye on the BallAnneChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04940566603711834053noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425497.post-7960039099012676392008-07-11T09:17:00.000-07:002008-07-11T09:17:00.000-07:00Marla: Ha, that's funny about your report card -- ...<B>Marla</B>: Ha, that's funny about your report card -- I really do wonder sometimes how they come up with grades, etc., for phys. ed. Seems like it would be really difficult for the teacher to keep track of a bunch of kids running around willy-nilly and get a sense of what each of them is actually doing.<BR/><BR/>And regarding the changing-clothes thing: I have to admit that when I realized that the "punishment" for not bringing a change of clothes was not being "allowed" to participate, I was much less inclined to bring any...AnneChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04940566603711834053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425497.post-19228355916194249022008-07-11T04:18:00.000-07:002008-07-11T04:18:00.000-07:00I hated gym too. I recently found a report card o...I hated gym too. I recently found a report card of mine that said, "Marla frequently refuses to dress for class." I have no memory of that! My mom said she was always being told that I refused to participate. Cracks me up because I seriously thought I did.Marlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03190244970587239644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425497.post-33670362089291185832008-06-29T15:22:00.000-07:002008-06-29T15:22:00.000-07:00I remember being told to "keep an eye on your brot...I remember being told to "keep an eye on your brother" once. And then getting told off for attempting to follow him around with my eye touching the back of his head...<BR/><BR/>I could NEVER make a bat connect with a ball either (or anything similar, like kicking a ball in such a way that it went in a particular direction). As i was undiagnosed at school, this (among many other things) made all sports a living hell for me.<BR/><BR/>There are loads of English idioms that i still have absolutely no clue about the origins of, since they seem to have no possible literal or even semi-literal interpretation that comes anywhere near to their idiomatic meaning. I just can't work out how they came to exist in the first place...<BR/><BR/>("keep an eye on [something/someone]" i can see the sense in, in the sense of keeping your eye focused on something/someone so you notice where they go/if they do anything...)shivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18334234855643025449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425497.post-22481160229025347792008-06-29T11:23:00.000-07:002008-06-29T11:23:00.000-07:00codeman38: Ha...I can definitely see that (no pun ...<B>codeman38</B>: Ha...I can definitely see that (no pun intended). And along similar lines, last night I was going through some papers, and I happened upon a story I wrote in fourth grade in which the main characters were going to get glasses -- at Dr. I. Ball's office.AnneChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04940566603711834053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425497.post-77239140383761280352008-06-29T10:10:00.000-07:002008-06-29T10:10:00.000-07:00Oh, that reminds me, one of the anecdotes my paren...Oh, that reminds me, one of the anecdotes my parents have shared from my childhood; I only barely remember this, but they've repeatedly told me about it...<BR/><BR/>I can't exactly remember what sport my dad was trying to teach me (probably just practicing hitting a baseball), but at one point, he gave the directive to "keep my eye on the ball". So naturally, being the young aspie that I was, I grabbed the ball, and held it right up to my eye...codeman38http://www.blogger.com/profile/09005307767833296869noreply@blogger.com