Our swimming instructor had no use for CPR dummies, or maybe the school hadn’t the funds, but the upshot was that we’d be practising mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on each other, and we all knew what that could mean in a mixed class of adolescents. Or certainly Mr. N. did, because rather than spend the rest of the period listening to us giggle and groan about something we knew so little about, he had the good sense to quickly pair off the boys with each other and let us make a big show of sluicing out our mouths afterwards with pool water.
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