Space Hopper's Revenge

So last night was the first night back at the space hopper class.
I think that the teacher lady has taken a disliking to me. At the beginning of the class she said “I’m going to go easy on you all today, Ms Jones”. Why single me out – eh?
I think it’s because I called her evil last term. I did have good reason to – she was standing over me while I was trying to hoik my leg up to my “knicker line” – a term she uses to indicate that you should have your leg at 90 degrees in relation to your body – and do some sort of exercise - no doubt called the jumping newt or the wallowing waterman - the details of which are now unclear. But I understand that it is common for people to block traumatic episodes from their memory. Which I think explains it.

Anyway, she lied. She did not go easy on us – she made us do two rounds of ball squeezes. Ball squeezes sound a piece of cake. You lie on your back, get your house sized ball, shove it between your uplifted legs and then squeeze. And release. And squeeze. And release (and so on) - the length of the squeezes being entirely down to her own whim. Ugh, it is horrendous. I stand by my claim that she is evil.

And she still can’t count. I’d hoped that improving her numerical skills might be a New Year’s resolution she’d planned. It seems not.