Kids today, eh? They don’t know they’re even born. When I were a lad we had to walk five miles up a hill (both ways) to a school that was always on the verge of falling apart. Inside, forty of us would crowd around a desk, sharing one pencil and re-using yesterday’s scrap paper, while a 90-year old teacher angrily waved a cane while talking about trigonometry.
And that was during P.E.