I enrol Nayla in open gym. The general idea of open gym is me pretending to be a gym teacher, in front of 30 other moms who pretend to be gym teachers (but unlike me, they look like they could be).
I decide to ignore the blackboards at the front door. Way too scary:
> Quote of the week of the 20th March 2015: work until your idols become your rivals (with the drawing of a little dove that says “never give up”).
> Quote of the week of the 6th June 2015: “it’s OK to try and fail, but it’s not OK to fail to try” (with the drawing of Jaws, I still don’t get the metaphor).
So Nayla starts jumping on the trampoline like a disgraceful gremlin. Turns out she loves it. Most of all, she loves lying on the trampoline and undulating while the other kids are jumping.
The gym employee looks at Nayla and I . That look is despising. I decide to despise him back, because:
> His jobs consists in screaming every five minutes ‘all right kids, let’s take turns’ and try to catch Leo who won’t take turns and keeps on jumping on the trampo.
> He visibly eats too much carbs or whatever stupid powdered diet.
Nayla goes on doing nothing at open gym. I decide that she is a dreamer. Truth is, she reminds me of me when I was in high school, while I was sitting stupidly for hours at the substitute bench while the others were playing volleyball.