You had the practical classes on Friday afternoons. Since they didn't have their own pool, they went to a gym that they had and they were given several lanes. Obviously, Cacique led one lane and Lucas was practically the same level between the two of them, and at that moment, Cacique hadn't become corrupted like the rest of his clubmates, which ended up happening. The aquatic classes were nice and they really only did exercises that they already did in the swimming club.

Saturday and Sunday classes used to start at 10 because they didn't start at that time, with the number of people smoking, except for Cacique, Lucas and Pablo, the rest, even the teacher. Lucas was already betting on how long they could swim 25 meters without breathing. That week, they had to do the suction that can happen if someone gets their hand caught in a screen. They saw images that after breakfast weren't exactly pleasant. The first teacher who taught them was quite masochistic, obviously the comments weren't long in coming.
The next day they had practice with the dummy, which if you didn't do the maneuvers right and you squeezed it harder you could break its ribs, which if you did it wrong it made a sound when you did it. The laughter was continuous, but this teacher was nicer and understood that not everything was serious. After that, she gave them more notions and that's how the morning went until two in the afternoon, when they had to eat again until the following week.
Next week it couldn't be better