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Most of the time I come off as quiet, introverted, and shy, mainly because I am. But when you tell me I'm "lazy," I will rip your head off. Here's why. In gym class, we have an entire unit of torture, or as the gym teachers call it, "Physical Fitness Testing." Not. Fun. We are tested on many things such as the standing long jump, the 1/2 mile, the 50 yard dash, sit-ups, and, the absolutely worst of all, the pushup test. I have hypotonia, low muscle tone. I cannot do a single pushup, I can't do many sit-ups without having to stop and rest for a moment,I can't run fast, I can't run half a mile, and I can't jump far. So for me, physical fitness tests translates to "let's publicly torture Elizabeth and embarrass her while we're at it." This year I had a different gym teacher, who I warned about having hypotonia, but I don't think he listened because when I tried and failed the pushup test, he told me I was horrible. The spring installment of physical fitness tests has just started, so that's been fun (if fun means dreading every day that I have gym). We play tag games all the time to warm up. I can't run fast so I'm the easy target and I'm tagged first. The gym teacher said to the whole class that anyone who is being lazy and purposely getting tagged first will get a zero for that day, all while looking me right in the eye. In one of my classes, we got a student teacher for a few months. He was put in charge of homework too, so we went from having a reading every other week, to having an essay every day. This was problematic enough, adding essays to graded take-home tests, entire math packets, and a crazy amount of worksheets. Adding to the chaos, I am required by my IEP to type any graded assignment longer than a paragraph. Right when we started having essays every night, my brother and I faced off in The Computer Wars, so I couldn't get my homework done every night and my homework grade dropped rapidly. My teacher only looked at my hw grades, she didn't look at my participation, my tests, or my quizzes. She called me over one day and yelled at me to the point where I was in tears, calling me lazy, telling me hw applies to me too. Yay. I don't even think my teachers know that I have hypotonia, much less what it is. It may look like I'm being lazy, but if you have read all this and you think I'm lazy, Remember this one thing that may save your life some day: I. AM. NOT. LAZY!
I'm a 15 year old who loves singing, reading, writing, and campaigning for hypotonia awareness.