The bad old days
My 2 PE teachers were the epitome of every cliche going.
The big butch one with a sprinkling of facial hair who looked like a russian shotputter, and the younger one who flirted with all the male teachers and was a cow to everyone else unless you really really liked PE.
Back then, teachers could get away with the kind of brutality that would have them on an offenders list for life now.
Two incidents I remember, the young one screaming abuse at me for missing the ball in hockey.
I turned away and muttered under my breath 'oh shut up'
And she flipping heard it, dragged me across the field and made me sit at her feet after slapping my face.
Then told me to go to the heads office, which i did with glee because she had left 3 long nail scratches on my cheek when she hit me.
We were made to apologise to each other, and from then on it was pure hatred on both sides.
A mixed swimming lesson where I was dunked under repeatedly by one of the boys and lost conciousness and sank.
I was told afterwards that in spite of several people screaming that i was drowning she just stood there and said I was fine.
Someone else pulled me out and only then did she react. Cow!
Gym lesson with the butch one, I ran up a springboard to vault the horse and my big toe got caught in between the slats and stayed there while I kept going.
Result, one dislocated toe sitting at right angles to my foot and a teacher screaming at me for faking it to get out of class, made me sit on the side in agony.
Wasnt until afterwards when i couldnt get my shoe back on or stand on it she stopped yelling at me for being a liar and grudgingly let me go to the nurse.
No PE for 2 weeks and she got a right bollocking from my mum :)

Ah schooldays, the best days of your life ;)
(insomniac-surfer oh go on then, just this once, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 21:03, Reply)