In Sweden, we call it a 'kick'.

In a moment of hubris (possibly fuelled by alcohol), we decided that we'd close off the semester with an ice hockey game between students and teachers.

Today, we spent 40 minutes practising. Lots of falling, and complaining about sore feet. Very few goals. Surprisingly fun.

We are *so* gonna get our ass beat by a bunch of fourth graders next week.

I haven't stood on a pair of ice skates in 15 years. Considering that, it went remarkably well.