MY LIFE, CHAPTER 12: Girls in the classroom

Problem? Trouble? Rift?

When we were in sixth grade, nine girls were invited to attend our school, because we had a large classroom and there weren’t that many of us. But… imagine sending nine delicate flowers into a classroom full of wild animals! We had to change our ways, stop fighting. Several guys stopped fooling around and all of our priorities changed. We started showing off in a different manner.

We were definitely tamer, but the girls kept reprehending us: “Calm down! You’re all over the place!”

I still hear the teachers’ complaints: “Eighteen footballers, what a mess.”

And then: “Boys, boys, this is unacceptable. I’m not a referee and you’re not on the pitch.”

To be honest, we probably weren’t all that bad, although we must have been a tiny bit more spirited than children in other classes.

We needed to burn off some energy so that we wouldn’t disrupt the lessons, so we always went to have some fun before school started. We used to meet in Skvrňany forty minutes before the bell rang, at the handball field behind our school. It was covered in sand, which was probably bad for our shoes, but try explaining to teenage boys that they should be careful with their trainers. We didn’t care. The only thing on our mind was competition, constant movement. All we needed was a small ball, which we chucked into a schoolbag after the morning match and hurried to school.

It must have been quite a stink when twelve, thirteen or sixteen sweaty boys piled into the classroom. But at least we didn’t have energy for mischief anymore.

P.S. Next week - Chapter 10