In high school when the gym teacher didn’t want to do anything we did a “walk and talk” that’s doing laps around the track walking. Used to love those days, it was an excuse to fuck around.
Our gym teacher was on his last year from retirement so he’d read a newspaper on his folding chair and have us play volleyball because that way there was a net mostly preventing us from fucking around with at least 50% of the class.
In high school when the gym teacher didn’t want to do anything we did a “walk and talk” that’s doing laps around the track walking. Used to love those days, it was an excuse to fuck around.
When my gym teacher didn’t want to do anything, he called Free Play and just let us raid the supply closet
I fucking loved those weird little square skateboard things
Omg I loved playing tag on those. My knuckles would inevitably get all rug burned though.
It was like an extra hour of recess. Objectively the best days.
Our gym teacher was on his last year from retirement so he’d read a newspaper on his folding chair and have us play volleyball because that way there was a net mostly preventing us from fucking around with at least 50% of the class.
We’d always break off and smoke weed behind the bathrooms during those days.