Summer Gym Orientation

I walk into the cold, well air conditioned school at 7:45 in the morning to see about 200 kids sitting in the "commons", the cafeteria, mingling and talking all wearing similar clothes and holding similar hair cuts. I followed the stench of authority into the office to sign up for summer gym on the day they're supposed to start, and they gladly accepted my tired, uncouth, smelly ass and my money; but i'm sure they wanted the ladder because our school has a sort of deficiency with money ever since we realized we're in the hole, six million deep. They tell me i can run down to the gym department to attend the day today, but i have to bring an extra 40 dollars to pay for the extended bowling and swimming the last week and some parents signatures for medical and legal requirements. I get there in the gym department and see a few of my friends i know from BHS and GCCC with their hang-over's and funny gym shorts, hanging their heads with tedium and exhaustion. I sat next to them, and we began to converse. Andrew is always pissed at something, especially summer gym, but he seemed a little more irritable since he drank the night before and only sleep a few hours. That all changed once we were acquainted with the cold gym floor and the newly introduced gym instructors we'll be having for the rest of our summer vacations. They gave us seats on the floor, mumbling our names in coordinance with our positions on the floor. I could barely hear them speak over the air conditioning's muffling power above us. They ended up not calling my name since i had just signed up for the course that day; so i got the last seat on the floor of seventy people at least.
We headed out to the track field after a series of painful stretches and stupid jumping jacks. We had to spell out Beavers 3 times with our cries while doing the jumping jacks. I thought it was a funny word to be spelling with all it's hidden meanings and how it goes well to describe a good portion of the people there. We ran laps around that track for about an hour, changing the pattern of running to jogging and jogging to walking. It was sprinkling so we stayed pretty cool throughout the panting escapade. Once we survived that, they decided it'd be better to change the scenery, and so we did, running around the bus loop instead. I bus loop is about a quarter a mile, and we ran about 5 or so--well i can't say i ran, but that's beside the point. After all this running, we got a thirty minute break on the gym floor, laying there, thinking how much we wanted to be at home sleeping or in Andrews case "partying." The break was only supposed to be ten minutes, but the gym instructors left to eat i think, which left it wide open for attendants to leave to their cars for a cigarette or a quick tolk in their back seats before heading back in for the second half of the class. I knew if i smoked i'd lose all ambition and energy for the rest of the day; so i skipped the stoner car and cigarette break. The break ended, and we all ran back into the gym for stretches and more ridiculous jumping jacks; this time, they caught on to the multiply meanings. We played a horrible version of vollyball where no one has to serve or hit the ball back, and if the ball hit the ground, it didn't matter. I liked to refer to it as retard/handicap vollyball. It was entirely a fiasco, but now i'm home and ready to start my dad with a shower and a good cigarette.