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Hard times in New York Town


Tag: Kids classes


Above: how I'd hoped Nayla would blow the other girls and their moms. Below, Nayla.

Open gym


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.

Two 16 year-old kids, whose growth suddenly stopped owing to lack of gym classes.

Step-by-step adjustment


I go to a cooking class for kids. My neighbour runs a company that does them and my neighbour is very cool. But this helps me realise that my whole education is probably a gigantic failure.

So I meet Jim’s mom and she tells me about her son. Jim is six months old. He goes to a music class and to a swim class. According to his mom, Jim kind of likes swimming, but his relationship to music is unstable. Sometimes he enjoys it; sometimes he is not really focused. Jim is an unpredictable guy (I suspect his mother also fears he is bipolar, but she mentions nothing about it).
But as Jim’s mom wisely says, “well they have to go to all those classes anyway, otherwise how will they ever develop”?

Abysmal mystery indeed …