Ivy, I hate PE just as much as you. In fact, I think I might even hate it more than you. Whoever knows you is probably thinking that's impossible no body hates sport more than ivy, for those of you who don't know ivy really really hates sport with a passion, but I think I hate it more. Anyway, I'm not here to talk about PE itself, just getting changed afterward. You get to leave early to put your second skin on and you always take someone to help you. I have taken you once Ivy, this whole year has gone and I have taken you once. Somedays I beg you, on hands and knees, putting on the whole damn I love you act. But you couldn't care less. You know very well that I would do it for you. I would save you from PE on Friday afternoons, but not you, you leave me to suffer in a PE uniform for an extra ten minutes. And you wonder why I'm writing this book...
