"I Give You Movement Slip"
This was Mr Golisch's catchphrase, it seemed. Whenever we did something he didn't like, he would threaten us with this phrase (imagine it with his thick accent too - I think he was Polish?)
This was Mr Golisch's catchphrase, it seemed. Whenever we did something he didn't like, he would threaten us with this phrase (imagine it with his thick accent too - I think he was Polish?)
Sometimes if we still had time left after fencing, we would play dodgeball - which I think most of us actually preferred over fencing.
This is a harrowing memory for many of us. In year 7, we had drama lessons, and worked towards a play. Two of the classes (including mine) did a production of Madagascar, and the other two classes did The Lion King.
Most of us did not like drama in the slightest, and having to have face paint, and dressing up as various animals, old ladies, and steaks did not appeal to us. The drama teachers also made some strange decisions: since we were an all-boys year-group, it would have made sense to gender-swap a few of the roles, such as the three female zookeepers. In the end, Leo Lenhard, Pascal and I had to get dolled up and play our roles as ladies. I'm not sure what was worse though: being forced into drag, or Giacomo having to dress up as a lemur and get his face painted.
The other classes, meanwhile, did The Lion King fantastically. I loved watching it, and was certainly envious of their acting abilities and indeed choice of play.
I don't think our group was helped by our teacher, Miss Van. She didn't inspire much confidence in ourselves after she shouted at us that she would much rather have 27 Maxes in the play, instead of the rest of us (I suppose it must have been a confidence boost to Max).