Galloway, a good guy at heart, would bark out the orders just like a drill sergeant. ATTENTION! DRESS RIGHT! AT EASE! SOUND OFF, GENTLEMAN! He always referred to us collectively as gentleman and individually by our last name only. We each had an assigned number, which corresponded to the place in the inspection line where we stood. We would sound off by yelling out our numbers in order and any silence would mean someone was absent and that person's number and name would be recorded on Mr. Galloway's clipboard and in that way, the attendance was always accurate and official. Joseph would giggle sometimes during the inspection, his 13 year-old mind fully recognizing how ludicrous it all was. I had to struggle sometimes to keep from cracking up. KLEIN, STEP FORWARD, DROP AND GIVE ME 20! This was very serious stuff and no goofing off was permitted. Some of you, who may have either been excused from gym class for whatever reason, or otherwise experienced something quite different at the school you attended, may think that this could not have happened the way I've described, but many of you undoubtedly can relate to my experience and you know then that I could not be making this up and that I am not exaggerating. The activities varied from day to day and from season to season. Sometimes we'd do calisthenics, play basketball, or learn gymnastics. When it was warm, we'd actually get to play softball once in awhile, which of course I loved because Mr.
