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This is a question 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)
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went to school in Ireland for six months once. Catholic ex-convent school (lots of them around) and I can genuinely say that it was the smallest and thinnest I've ever felt in my entire life. I'm average weight and height, but compared to the six-footers that populated PE I was an anorexic, tiny fairylike little thing, who could be thrown around as lightly as a feather and with as little consequence.

The first sport of the year was rugby. I'd watched half a rugby game once, and that was my entire knowledge of the sport. I had no idea of the rules, the positions, or the general ethos of the game, beyond the vague knowledge that it was a homoerotic game played by large hairy men. Being (relatively) small/thin I was called upon to be the 'hooker' to my utter bewilderment. What was this strange sport that encouraged prostitution? I attempted to beg off by claiming I wasn't dressed for it (no fishnets) but was met with a stony glare. After a bit of running around, the PE teacher (who interestingly enough was also the useless IT teacher) picked me to demonstrate some tackle on.

Standing on a mat, I had no clue what was happening. So when the teacher dropped to her knees in front of me, and placed her cheek to my thigh I was understandably slightly curious, she then looked up (uncomfortably close) and proceeded to demonstrate her throw- which consisted of nearly lifting me up and throwing me onto my back. It was like lesbian judo, only my chances of a medal were pretty small. I stood up, wheezing like a small balloon and she gave me the nastiest smile I've ever seen, and proceeded to demonstrate the same throw (this time with a runup) three more times, until on the fourth, unable to take anymore I stepped backwards.

Not a wise move. She pretty much encouraged the entire class to pick on the English girl, and since it was a contact sport, literally anything went- broken glasses, bruising, mass pileups. All in the name of fun of course. I started fighting back when I realised it was going beyond a joke, and it got me grudging respect from everyone except her. I still wonder if she shoves her face in people's crotches without their consent.
(, Thu 19 Nov 2009, 23:30, Reply)

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