Ah, school. A paradise of curiosity, learning, and socialisation. A beautiful journey. A cherished memory.
But I am not here to spark feelings of nostalgia. I am here to ask a question that has plagued me for years.
Namely: WHY THE FUCK WAS MARCH-PAST A THING?
HOW WAS IT OKAY TO MAKE CHILDREN WALK BACK AND FORTH TO BEATING DRUMS IN THE SCORCHING HEAT?
This is a widespread rage. I'm not alone in having felt it. You know you did too.
And fair enough. Because we spent A LOT of time doing it. A SHIT-TON, as they say. Let me substantiate my claim with some math.
No. of hours spent practising marching around your school:
• Four months per year = 80 working days.
• One hour per day x 80 = 80 hours per year.
• 80 hours x 12 years = 960 hours.