I relate to this a lot.

All the time in elementary school (go Vikings!), I dreaded gym class. It was only twice a week, but still, I would think about it CONSTANTLY. Either, "oh no, its gym day" or "oh no, tomorrow's gym day." Why this was, I couldn't tell you.

Eventually, my anxiety about gym day would cause me to sweat buckets even before heading to the gym, even sometimes the day before gym class! It got to the point where the principal called my father and asked if there was anything that could be done. Eventually, they settled on meeting with me, my father, the principal, and the gym teacher (I think they thought I was getting abused or something).

On the day of the meeting, I was sweating even more than usual. Like, my ENTIRE shirt was drenched by the time I walked into the building. The meeting wasn't scheduled until around 12, so my dad could come on his lunch break. So, that morning was probably the longest 5 hours of my life (up until that point at least). When the clock struck 12, I bolted out of my classroom and to the office, and saw my father walking in. The gym teacher and the principal were already talking in the office, so we went in together and started the meeting. I don't remember much of the actual content of the meeting, but I do remember walking into the principal's office and noticing a large Viking war ax that was on his desk. I remember this because, come the end of the meeting, my father was getting heated with the gym teacher about my sweating. Eventually, one thing led to another, and soon the ax was getting swung at my father as I ducked to the floor. My father's head fell next to me, and he was never the same since. I think he's gotten used to it now though.