I remember the Canada Fitness Test. I avoided it as i was fat. Bad move, because it came to the point where Mr. Peters, sadistic prick, made me do mine ALONE whilst all the other kids laughed and made comments about fat boy.

But, the last test was a 50 yard run. It was winter. I started from one end of the hall and Mr. Peters was at the other end, just in front of a wall. He said he would catch me. He did. He had his arm out to catch me and he was looking at his stop watch while I was at top speed. I launched myself into his gut with my shoulder and my knee into his nuts. He hit his head on the wall. When he woke up about 20 seconds later, he folded up in a fetal position. He got a week off, during which, my old man had a chat with him

We were the best of friends after that.

No... I declined the request to join the football team.