Trauma, High School Style

As I walk to class on Friday, Sayuri comes up to me.

"Marlene, I am having a bad day!"

"Oh, no! Why"

"Pool. The school bad pool." She was so grumpy that she quickly switched over to rapid-fire Japanese.

Seems swimming lessons will soon begin. This means the students have to wear suits in front of other students.

"Oh, I'm sorry. But at least girls and boys are separated, right?"

"NO! We have to swim with the boys!"

"WHAT?! But PE classes are always separated. Boys are never with girls!"

"But swimming is together!! It's soooo embarassing!"

And to add to the insult, the pool's been having technical problems recently, so the students thought they escaped swimming this year. Sayuri quickly spread the stories, so my Oral Communication class were angry and rebellious and distracted all afternoon. Poor students!