This went on for some time until Captain X started getting tired of picking up the missed shots after every class.
First it started as if you are going to throw your papers try to make them in the trash can.
Things didn’t improve much, so then it became, go ahead and throw, but if you miss, it’s two swats.
Two swats hurt, but it wasn’t enough to make a boy cry,
so it became like a dangerous game, play at your own risk.
And we played.
Of course, if you didn’t have a clear shot, you waited until class was over like you were supposed to.
Rim shots would make you hold your breath, and if it fell in, it was a great feat.
If not, oh well you play you pay.