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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"It's character-building!"...shouted my rowing coach as I hugged the elderly radiator in the shed, shivering so much I looked slightly blurred.
3 minutes earlier, I'd been fine. I was going sculling, and asked a friend to hold my right oar down, as I leant precariously over to my left oar to do the gate up. Except said friend got distracted very easily. Someone shouted her name, and she looked round, jumped up and let go of my oar. As I was leaning out over the water so much, I did a rather ungraceful roll into the water, and came up spluttering and struggling for air. I was unable to breathe, due to the fact that this was in mid-December, and we'd had to spend a couple of minutes breaking up the thin ice clinging to the jetty before we could even get the boats out. Fortunately the coach grabbed my arms and bodily pulled me out of the water; the river isn't too deep where I went to school, and I'm a very strong swimmer, but I suddenly understood how easy it is to drown in cold water.
Was the coach sympathetic? Did he rebuke the friend for not paying enough attention to what she was doing and thus being the cause of my untimely dunking?
Did he fuck.
He shouted at me for embarrassing him in front of the GB coach, who had come along that day to trial some of us for the junior squad. I protested that it wasn't my fault, but he was having none of it.
Thus ended my potentially quite promising rowing career; I was buggered if I was going to hang around with a sadistic pillock like that if I didn't have to. So I changed my options to squash and fives - both in the warm indoors, both a 5 minute walk from my house. Best decision I ever made.
(, Mon 23 Nov 2009, 11:47, 2 replies)
sadistic rowing coaches...i've had a few.
Nothing quite like throwing up halfway through an erg and being told to 'stop being so soft.'
And the blisters. Oh lord, the blisters.
(, Mon 23 Nov 2009, 11:58, closed)
oh lordthe blisters. We were recommended to get our matrons to put white spirit on our hands to harden them - however, we heard one horror story that made us decide to let them callous naturally: one boy put white spirit on, but forgot to keep his hands fully stretched flat and open. In fact, he let them curl up into semi-fists as the white spirit dried: when he tried opening his hands flat, the dry skin split, opening up vast cracks to the raw flesh below.
(, Mon 23 Nov 2009, 12:06, closed)
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