Nostalgia
nostalgia noun nos·tal·gia nä-ˈstal-jə nə-, also nȯ-, nō-; nə-ˈstäl- 1: a wistful or excessively sentimental yearning for return to or of some past period or irrecoverable condition also : something that evokes nostalgia
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Weight room!
I actually hated gym during junior high because the "coaches" were idiots.
But lifting was the fucking tits.
Ended up taking weightlifting as my elective my last two years of high school, not just because I loved lifting, but the coach was just a great guy. I started out in bad shape, because teenager, barely able to clean (a type of lift) the freaking bar correctly. End of junior year, I was doing my body weight at that with ease.
Senior year? The group that took the class had kinda turned into a bro group in a good way, even when we hated each other outside the weight room. We spotted each other with zero bullshit, supported each other when maxing, it was awesome in the way a good gym can be. Even had a girl in the class, and everyone treated her respectfully, but still helped her get herself where she wanted to be with her routine.
It was cool that the ones that were jerks outside of the class were able to at least be good lifting partners inside, which was mostly because the coach made sure that was the culture of the class.
Gods, just this little cinder block weight room with no AC and a sketchy heater, a bunch of metal, and sweaty teenagers lol. But it was my favorite class.