Most of my time spent in high school was spent standing in a circle, scared of being sack whacked. The fear didn't take control until the first time it happened to me. Watching people get sack whacked is very different to the personal experience. I think back to my first few years, I was so naive, so innocent. I laughed along with the others, unaware of the evil that existed right in front of me.
What are everyones thoughts on this dreaded exercise?