At least that's better than being stuck in your third-period, afternoon P.E. class for three hours. And simultaneously living in a desert. That wasn't even the worst part, nor was the 90+ degree temperature outside. It was being promised that your class would be able to play tennis for the first real time ever, and then instead playing like three small, short mini-games and then doing nothing for the rest of the day until it was time to leave home instead of playing some awesome tennis like you were promised. I hated that class. I don't care if it was two years ago; I would've rather watched Finding Nemo than be lied to.