Grammar School PE
I dreaded PE. Now, I'm tall and thin, but back then I was small and podgy. We were made to have showers together which isn't all that good to self-concious mid-pubescent teens. Least of all when you have a crush on one of your classmates and you're desperate not to be discovered being gay. (when another pupil was found out, he was bullied mercilessly, supported by some of the twat teachers).

Well, the crush soon ended when one of the cool crowd did a shit in the gym sink and wrote his own name on the wall with the turd. Just goes to show. Even at 13, I knew that was hardly desireable. Having to share classes with these idiots was bad enough without having to get naked in front of them and see them throw their own shit against the wall like monkeys. Within a couple of years of them leaving school, most had kids and were forced into marriage with their munter wives. Sweet irony was just desserts for all the bullying and bruises I got in the changing rooms.

On top of this, we were made to do cross country. The idiot teachers gave up on me in the end. I'd just walk it.

Sheer fucking hell.

The only thing I liked was basketball. I found in my first year, I could shoot a hoop from a long way away. Again, the twat teachers simply weren't interested. And so, I gave up on sport altogether. Even now, I sometimes wonder if it had been encouraged how healthy I would be now.

God, I hated school.
(badfox1 wonders who he's played by this episode on, Sat 21 Nov 2009, 1:32, Reply)