Today I drove by a school and saw what appeared to be a middle school P.E. Class. There were pissed off looking kids in a clump all running at an escargot’s pace around the track, while some goodie-deux-chaussers were up ahead actually trying. They weren’t wearing uniforms… or P.E. Uniforms are very free-form here. Otherwise, it looked just like the hell I remember gym being at that (or any) age. Nice to see some things are universal.
That’s where I learned my first set of negotiation skills. How to legally get out of gym class.