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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Bless you, Mister Parsons.I was hopelessly unathletic, and a near drowner in the water, and so for summer of my first year of high school I decided to do something about it and took extra swimming lessons as a weekly elective. Seemed pleasant enough, a half hour of paddling about with my fellow palsied anchormen.
It turned out to be fairly hard bloody work, and then after lunch break I got straight back in the icy, mountainside pool for PE. My skinny legs were cramping and I was sinking, but my little gesture paid off: Mister Parsons was touched by my efforts (he told my folks) and so I was granted near total lenience for the rest of my high school career.
A case in point. Indoor PE was generally a bunch of games with the class divided into teams small enough for the hall, and I would climb up those weird exercise bars (never used) and sit on the window sills, sometimes with a book. Teams would change, but I'd hang onto my peaceful spot in the afternoon sun. One day, Mister Parsons looked up at me and asked "which team are you actually on?"
"No idea, sir."
"Okay."
What a good sport.
(, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 12:23, Reply)
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