My natural inclination is toward black gallows humor in situations like these, but I have to keep reminding myself that a lot of people are going to get harmed and laughing is an unacceptable faux pas.
I also have to remind myself that "not knowing what to do with all these feels" may result in unhelpful reactions.
Yet I still want to stand on DeSantis' head and shout "what the hell did you damn well expect you fucking troglodyte". Feelings are tricky.
Sure did, I think it was part of a bunch of tests we had to do for the... Presidential Fitness Award or something?
It was done in Elementary school, so Fall 87->Spring 93? I have no idea if they're still doing any of that crap now though.
I do remember it being the neatest dang thing because our school had like this entire wall of collapsible gym equipment that folded out like a playground with like 2 or 3 story monkeybars and gigantic poofy mats at the bottom, and you better believe some kids fell off.
The more I think about it, the more I suspect they don't let them do that anymore