PE LessonsFor 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.
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chthonic, Thu 19 Nov 2009, 17:36)
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MatballIn PE, on rainy days, we played the greatest game ever. It was called Matball. It was basically kickball, with the following differences:
* The "bases" were large wrestling mats
* You had to run around the bases twice to score
* There could be any number of runners on a base at the same time
* Each baserunner could run around the bases in either direction (but couldn't switch directions)
It was awesome - there were the kids who would get to one base and just stay there for the whole game, too scared to run. Packs would form and run together, for safety in numbers, but that made for more collisions with packs running the opposite way round. I hated PE with a passion, except for matball, which I absolutely loved.
Shortly after I graduated, some idiot forgot to take his fingers out of a metal ventilation grate on the wall before running. For that piss-poor reason, the school banned matball from then on.
It's two-for-the-price-of-one story day, so here's the second:
I sucked at softball. I could field alright, but every time I came up to bat, it was a grounder to shortstop, then thrown out at first. Probably because I was an only child raised by a single mom in the middle of the boonies, so growing up had no one to practice baseball/softball with, and just never got the hang of it. Anyway, one bastard always taunted me when I came up to bat - chanting my name, predicting (accurately) where I would hit the ball, etc. This is the same guy who once broke my watch and bloodied my forearm with a single swing of his stick during a hockey game on a different day in PE. One day, my friends who were into baseball took me out to a field after school, and taught me the basics for a couple hours. Next time in gym class, same f*cker started up again from his position as third baseman. I hit the ball, it sailed directly over his head, and the look on his face was priceless. It almost went over the fence, too. I never heard a word from him again after that.
(, Sat 21 Nov 2009, 18:32, 1 reply)
Aaah, special games made up for us spakky fuckersOne of my teachers invented GK ball, which was sort of a cross between cricket and soccer with the added advantage that if you REALLY didn't want to kick the ball the teacher could kick for you.
It was great.
(, Sat 21 Nov 2009, 22:45, closed)
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