Since the first grade in primary school, we began to take PE lessons at least once a week. Unfortunately, until today I＇m still not used to it as I＇m supposed to be.
Thursday has been the darkest day of the week to me because early in the morning, I have to rush to the gym to attend the compulsory lesson on MULAN dancing. It seems that my week both begins and ends on that day. You may say that I＇m too fussy, but it＇s true.
I＇m not the kind of people who are too stubborn to give up the quest for truth, but every time I ponder upon the meaning of PE lesson, I find there＇re various reasons that lead me to regard it as something really strange.
First, I＇m questioning whether the whole premise is corfeet. Let me show you an example. As we all know, there＇s a tes
