https://www.spreaker.com/show/jack-zimmers-showenSociety & CultureCopyright Jack Zimmerhttps://d3wo5wojvuv7l.cloudfront.net/images.spreaker.com/cloudinary/s--jBNv7R8Y--/w_1000,h_800,c_fit,l_text:Lato_162_bold:Jack%20Zimmer%20s%20show/images.spreaker.com/default/show-1400x1400-20190801.jpghttps://www.spreaker.com/show/jack-zimmers-showMon, 16 Oct 2017 17:14:04 +0000Jack ZimmerJack Zimmerfeeds@spreaker.comcleanepisodicJack Zimmerfeeds@spreaker.comNohttps://www.spreaker.com/user/pshycomooshroom/required-for-a-gradehttps://api.spreaker.com/episode/13047653Mon, 16 Oct 2017 16:59:02 +0000Jack ZimmerI remember my class following our teacher, Mrs. RC, out of the classroom, past the cafeteria, and into the court. I remember it being a large, beige room made of brick with a simple mural portraying a mountain and a sky, encompassing the furthest...201lifeeventcleanfullJack ZimmerI remember my class following our teacher, Mrs. RC, out of the classroom, past the cafeteria, and into the court. I remember it being a large, beige room made of brick with a simple mural portraying a mountain and a sky, encompassing the furthest wall. I remember our gym teacher had us line up against the wall by the door to explain Sharks and Minnows. I remember her explicitly telling us to hold our arms outstretched in front of our face, in order to prevent us from running into the wall and each other. I remember thinking this was silly, since common sense told us “not to run into walls”. We lined up against the wall with the mural and waited, waiting for the game to begin. “Go!” The teacher signaled. I remember bolting straight down the right-hand side of the gym, looking back and seeing how neither shark chased me, and none of the others had moved. I remember smiling at my clean getaway, slowly dropping my hands in satisfaction. Then I looked forward and caught a glimpse of brick before I hit the wall. I immediately brought my hands to my face, then to my nose, for it had started gushing blood. I remember slowly turning around to the rest of the class, who had gathered around me. I could see through some spaces in my hands at the worried faces of the rest of my class. “Are you ok?” my gym teacher asked, over the hushed whispers of my classmates. I remember I was wearing my superman t-shirt that day. I remember it being stained red, after I dropped two handfuls of blood, onto the ground. I remember my class jumping back, screaming in surprise as my blood splattered onto the floor towards them. I don’t remember what happened next. My parents remember rushing down to the school when the school called them. They found me in Mrs. RC’s arms, crying over my limp body. I was as pale as a ghost and my face was covered in blood. As they took me the hospital, I learned to be more careful when running head first into the wall. This I believe.No