PE Lessons
For some they may have been the highlight of the school week, but all we remember is a never-ending series of punishments involving inappropriate nudity and climbing up ropes until you wet yourself.
Tell us about your PE lessons and the psychotics who taught them.
( , Thu 19 Nov 2009, 17:36)
For some they may have been the highlight of the school week, but all we remember is a never-ending series of punishments involving inappropriate nudity and climbing up ropes until you wet yourself.
Tell us about your PE lessons and the psychotics who taught them.
( , Thu 19 Nov 2009, 17:36)
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Music and Sports.
For many many of my school years, I was "The Fat Kid". Suited me then, and even now I've lost a lot of the weight, I'm still quite portly. In short, I was built for comfort, not for speed.
End of year 9 and ShitBag Comprehensive School, and I'm invited to select my GCSE subjects. English Lit and Language, and Maths being compulsory. I pick Combined Sciences, Music, History, ICT and Design Tech.
Only I wasnt allowed to do music. A subject I'd excelled at to a reasonable level(read: I had dillusions of my own talent). I'd been playing guitar for a while by this point, and despite a better grasp of basic music structure than 90% of the mouth breathers I went to school with, I was forced to do PE instead.
Being the aforementioned friend of the pie, I was somewhat less than impressed with this, and used the theory classes as a doss/slight advantage into the biology section of science.
The practical classes, however, were a different kettle of fish entirely. In no way was I going to suffer the indignity of running around a part concrete, part bare-earth "playing field" for no man, woman nor beast.
In my younger days, I wasnt a terrible footballer. In my middle school, I'd made the right-back slot my own(looking back, that may be due to there being no decent left sided players in the borough) and as such, at high school I was almost always forced into standing on the far side of the pitch and glaring when the ball came near me.
I was even accidentally named on the starting 11 on one occasion, so I thought I'd make the effort, not let the side down, blah blah. Turned up and actually got stuck into this particular game. And then some utter gobshite slid in on me quite hard and wrenched a stud in behind my knee cap dislocating it rather severely, thus ending my glittering and illustrious sporting career at a tragically early age.
As a result of several weeks of crutches, there was no more PE practicals for 2 years, and a B in a subject I detested.
Also: My PE teachers were actually not too bad. Quite laid back. When I was at college, I used to see them in the pub a fair bit. I'm still on fairly good speaking terms with 3 of them now.
Also also, fuck PE, and all who sails in her :)
I still play music, and have been in several bands who have had very minor success on the local gig circuit. There is noise of getting some demos done in a proper studio for a change. Woo!
( , Thu 19 Nov 2009, 18:33, 1 reply)
For many many of my school years, I was "The Fat Kid". Suited me then, and even now I've lost a lot of the weight, I'm still quite portly. In short, I was built for comfort, not for speed.
End of year 9 and ShitBag Comprehensive School, and I'm invited to select my GCSE subjects. English Lit and Language, and Maths being compulsory. I pick Combined Sciences, Music, History, ICT and Design Tech.
Only I wasnt allowed to do music. A subject I'd excelled at to a reasonable level(read: I had dillusions of my own talent). I'd been playing guitar for a while by this point, and despite a better grasp of basic music structure than 90% of the mouth breathers I went to school with, I was forced to do PE instead.
Being the aforementioned friend of the pie, I was somewhat less than impressed with this, and used the theory classes as a doss/slight advantage into the biology section of science.
The practical classes, however, were a different kettle of fish entirely. In no way was I going to suffer the indignity of running around a part concrete, part bare-earth "playing field" for no man, woman nor beast.
In my younger days, I wasnt a terrible footballer. In my middle school, I'd made the right-back slot my own(looking back, that may be due to there being no decent left sided players in the borough) and as such, at high school I was almost always forced into standing on the far side of the pitch and glaring when the ball came near me.
I was even accidentally named on the starting 11 on one occasion, so I thought I'd make the effort, not let the side down, blah blah. Turned up and actually got stuck into this particular game. And then some utter gobshite slid in on me quite hard and wrenched a stud in behind my knee cap dislocating it rather severely, thus ending my glittering and illustrious sporting career at a tragically early age.
As a result of several weeks of crutches, there was no more PE practicals for 2 years, and a B in a subject I detested.
Also: My PE teachers were actually not too bad. Quite laid back. When I was at college, I used to see them in the pub a fair bit. I'm still on fairly good speaking terms with 3 of them now.
Also also, fuck PE, and all who sails in her :)
I still play music, and have been in several bands who have had very minor success on the local gig circuit. There is noise of getting some demos done in a proper studio for a change. Woo!
( , Thu 19 Nov 2009, 18:33, 1 reply)
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