We ran several more DEs. No Doug, no Zac V., no Max V. Beau fenced John, and the two of them were practically gasping for breath after the first three actions--both of them tall and weedy and neither one of them able to hit the other. Everybody did well, and we hared out of there pretty early because I had a meeting I had to make. On the way back I had Jacob, Max S., and John orbiting me like small whizzing planets, excitedly telling me things they had noticed while they were fencing/observing/refereeing/strip coaching. It's funny teaching middle school. They don't shut up, they're so crazy, and I love them. I have heard from colleagues that middle school teachers tend to be the happiest. I assume that's because what happens is completely out of our control and we know it.

Tomorrow I will draw up a DE table for the loser's round. We'll try to finish the top half and hopefully fence the final bout electric.