In the afternoon, Jude's class started.
At the sports hall, there was a changing room for the boys and girls, with lockers for their stuff. Standing before the already changed students, I went through the names, trying to call Jude's name as natural as possible.
Next was the torment of the day,
"Get yourself a partner, then run one round on the track. The team that finishes first chooses four additional teams and can go play volleyball. The others have three more rounds to run before they can join."
I love to give them team- and choosing-games. Seeing their little society breaking down, I always hope for a black horse, an undertaker, to come forward. How cool would it be if a nerd team came first in the goal and then chose other nerd teams to go and play, while the school grasses and flowers had to run for their lives outside?
