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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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It's not long either. But it is a story that about P.E. that I can recall with fondness...which is an oddity!
Basically, I sucked at P.E., and was happy to find myself in the last EVER lesson I would be forced to endure!
Non-stop cricket was chosen to be played, and I was, as usual, dreading displaying my ineptitude for physical activity.
But, no! When it my go to bat, I actually hit that sodding ball! Excited, I ran to a stop, and back to my starting position, ready to hit again, only to find that they were still chasing the ball!
When the pitcher got the ball, he threw it, I hit it, and ran again! When I returned, the same thing had happened! Joy upon joy, I was surviving longer than most of the card-carrying sport enthusiasts had!
While not an actual sporting achievement, it did feel good to stick a metaphorical two-fingers up to the bastards who had laughed at my inability to catch, throw, bat, etc.!
P.S. I still have no idea why my brain decided to suddenly be useful in P.E. in the LAST lesson which was, for all intents and purposes, a complete fecking waste! I could have done with that during the five years that preceded the event...
( , Fri 20 Nov 2009, 0:04, Reply)
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