You go into the weightroom and are told to help out the grade nines. You walk over to one that's obviously trying to benchpress too much weight.
"Hey," you say. "Take some of that weight off, you could seriously injure yourself."
"You've gotta take it one step at a time," you say. "Start with just the bar, and work your way up."
"Here," you say. "Let me show you how much I can bench."
You add a bit more weight and start benching 220 lbs.
"Wow!" he says. "You're really strong! I wish I had some of your greatly defined muscle so I could do that!"
"Shit!" you think. "Another wish!!"
All of a sudden, you get a tingling feeling and feel your muscles shrinking, and see the kid's growing. The weight soon becomes too heavey for you, but the kid catches it before it hits you.
"Dude!" says the now muscle powered grade nine. "How'd that happen??"
"Well," he said. "It doesn't matter now. You should really think about not using so much weight, you could seriously injure yourself."
"Yeah," you say confused. "I guess...."
You run out of the weightroom, almost crying. Your gym clothes used to be pretty tight, but now they fit like your regular clothes. You get into the changeroom,look into the mirror, and stare in horror at yourself. You see that your pecs and biceps are the same size as they were when you were in grade nine. Your regular clothes look comically riddiculus on you. You decide to hide in the changerooms until gym is over.
After gym, what class do you have?
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