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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seasonal miserycricket in the summer, rugby in the winter, no alternatives.
If the permafrost in the rugby pitch could be dented by the PE teacher stamping his studs then it was soft enough to play on, as the winter wind raced straight through my skinny frame and i tried to avoid the gorillas who had reached 6ft by age 14 pounding me into the ground.
I got my own back in cricket by wildly hurling a ball down the pitch?, missing the wickets and cracking the PE teacher square on the shin, bald cunt, serves him right, i was made to field forever after that.
I was overjoyed when finally able to take cross country running and we could jog/walk out into the gloucestershire countryside for an hour or so, peaceful it was.
competitive team sports can fuck right off, some of us are terminally antisocial
(quite liked rope climbing though due to my monkey like abilities and weighing about 5 stone wringing wet)
(, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 12:26, 1 reply)
Sounds exactlylike my school, except it was in Devon right on the edge of Exmoor, so we got extreme weather conditions, rock hard ground in winter etc.
(, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 12:44, closed)
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