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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Not so much the teachers or the lesson...But I remember Charlotte. Not for any physical, beauty, attraction...But because I remember us all having to use the trampette and the horse (minus the POWs underneath) one drizzly typical British Summers day...
So everyone is jumping on the trampette, hands on the horse, feet forwards to land on the mat, taking hands off the horse at the same time...
Except she didn't.
I remember that sickening crack. I heard it once before whilst travelling in Mongolia, closely followed by the thought "I'm 12 days drive from Ulan, buddy, you're fucked"...
It was, I admit the first time I heard that crack, but I liken it breaking an old wooden broomstick.
Anyway, this crack, closely followed by a peircing scream.
She'd missed the opportunity to move one of her arms, and as a result two things happened.
She royally fucked her arm, by it breaking the two bones that connect the elbow to her wrist...
And secondly, it put paid to us EVER playing pirates again at Christmas.
Selfish cow.
(, Thu 19 Nov 2009, 19:21, Reply)
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