The teacher of the business law class was Mr. High. He was the also assistant track coach over the hurdlers. Since not very many people except me and a few other guys were involved in the hurdles, almost no one else knew that Mr. High was a coach at all. I always got strange looks from the rest of the class when I referred to him as “coach.” In that class we took a memorable field trip to a place were they verified checks when stores called them to see if there were proper funds for a check that was being written. Another time we went to small claims court and saw some deliberations in the regular court for the infamous Hi Fi Shop murderers.
I had always had a love-hate relationship with my gym classes. In seventh grade I hated gym. In eighth, I loved it. I loved it so much I signed up for a whole year in ninth grade which I also enjoyed. I thought my feelings would be the same for my first year at Cottonwood High School, but I ended up hating gym again. Then I found out that I could sign up to have track as my gym class. For my Junior and Senior years I took track as a class and I loved it. Not only could I get credit for it, but I didn’t have to stay after school as late for cross country or track practice. Another thing I liked about it was that it was co-ed. It wasn’t just a bunch of boring guys. There were girls who were on the track team in the class too.
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