After I dabbled in fencing here at ESCP, and found out that it wasn't for me, I decided to join a team sport. Because I can't lose and then not have anyone to blame it on right? Well anyways, I joined volleyball and today we had practice, well at least my roommate and I thought that we did. We went way out of our way to get to the practice and pretty much rushed all the way there through the metro.
When we finally reached the arena where practice was, we tried to find a changing room and bathroom. Pretty standard stuff for a gymnasium I thought. We had to rent a changing room and then finally ask where a bathroom was. We found it after a 20 minute scavenger hunt. We walked into the ladies room and looked around in astonishment, there were no toilets in site. There were stalls, but no porcelain. They had pads where you put your feet and then a hole about five inches around pretty small if you ask me. We couldn't hold it any longer so we decided to just go for it. All I have to say is-- I hate wet shoes. Also, no more French bathrooms.
When practice time came we were warmed up and ready to get our vball on. After 20 minutes of waiting for the team to show up we decided maybe we had the wrong time and should run around the gym until they got there. Ten laps around the gym later we decided they probably weren't coming. Being this relaxed about everything, like not telling us that practice was canceled, is beginning to get a little annoying
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