Sport: bright and early

In France, you don't need to worry about not having anything to do on the weekend. The odds are, you have Saturday morning class.
Some students have classes from 8am to 12, but luckily I don't begin until 10am. Two more hours of sleep makes a great difference.
My physical education class (sport) is divided into trimesters. The first is badminton, another is handball, and I'm not certain about the third. Students are graded and the scores are averaged with their other classes.

The lycée I attend is very old, and has a historically significant gymnasium. Therefore, they don't want to tear it down and build a new, bigger gym that could accommodate sports such as badminton. Instead, students take the tram or bike the additional 6-10 minutes to use another lycée's gym. This is another reason I'm lucky to have sport on Saturdays. I don't have to worry about getting back to school on time for my next class.
Badminton has never been my cup of tea. It's difficult for me to really be interested in weather or not the little plastic cone makes it over the net into the box. I certainly get just as much exercise biking to and from the class than being in it. That said, I do try to play well. I rarely succeed, but I try. My awesome skills have become a bit of a joke with my family.
Fortunately there are no pictures of me trying to play badminton. However, I do have a picture of me playing tug-of-war, which is close enough. The necktie is part of the scout's uniform.