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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the best yearRight at the start of the sixth grade (that's U.S. style, I was ten years old) I happened to drop a concrete block on one of my big toes, which then became infected so bad that a few days later the toenail fell off. Naturally I could not participate in phys. ed. until it healed. Thanks to antibiotics, it healed up in two or three weeks to where I could walk with no impediment.
You don't think I told the phys. ed. teacher about that, do you? For the entire rest of the school year I'd start limping theatrically about a half-hour before phys. ed. class. While all my classmates were fiddling with their balls and sweating like convicts on a chain gang (Florida, no a/c) I'd be relaxing on the shady bleachers with a library book, while listening to WLCY (1964/5, the Stones! the Who! the Yardbirds! the Beatles!) on my transistor radio. After the class bell rang I'd limp out of the gym and be on my way, cool, calm and collected. It was the best year of phys. ed. I ever had.
(, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 23:21, Reply)
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