So, I did sports
I couldn't play football; I hated it. Therefore the gym teacher hated me. Pretty much the b3tan story so far.

Overtime the head of PE's resentment of me grew so much that whenever I had a doctor's appointment during the Games periods it'd end up with an argument in first break - none of the other kids argued with him, but I knew he was looked down upon by the other, academic, teachers as being a non-teacher in a school (now before you get the wrong idea, they respected the head porter as it was his job and he was damn good at it and a nice bloke, so it's not snobbery, they just disliked the cunt) so I knew I could get away, almost, with doing it. My argument somewhat hinged around what follows:
"Why are you booking appointment's during Games and not during any of your other lessons, huh?"
'Maybe it's because I'm doing public exams in the others.'
He didn't like this, it made him feel petty and small, what I think are the reasons why he liked to shout at young kids a lot.

But one day I had a Games option re-assignment, from some shitty football or such thing as given before, to a previously by invite only somewhat unspoken thing called "that games option". I mention somewhat unspoken because before I saw my name down for it I didn't even know it existed. It was only open to those that the teacher for that lesson took a liking to, and so to be thrust in there came as somewhat of a surprise.
The head of PE, it seems, was trying to make a statement - trying to make me so pissed off with this new Games option that I'd beg to return to football and grovel at his trainers. Especially as the PE teacher of this newfound Games option seemed a little peeved by having a few of us slackers thrust into his class who he didn't invite and who weren't oh so great at physical activities.

This teacher, however, was this goliath of a man called Winston who'd do all the exercises he assigned to you with you, as well as a little bit more, who introduced light sparring, weights and speed/power based activities to us and to egg us on with the press-ups would press-up, moving his body around in a circle, shouting BAM on each press. If you did something wrong he'd tell you, calmly and clearly, how to do it right and if you didn't like something he'd talk you into it anyway. And although he may not have liked an influx of slackers he tolerated us and showed us enough respect that we all soon learnt to look forward to Games.
He was the best PE teacher I'd ever had and it really showed in my massive change of physical condition, willingness to stay in shape since and in my habit of grinning at an increasingly pissed off head of PE until I left the school.

Lovely bloke with an actual desire to not only get you in shape, but teach you how to stay in shape and who had nothing to prove. Also, he was a real physical instructor and did the school stuff as a part-time job mostly because it was something he wanted to do.
(Frozen_Banana Shaved against the grain; thoroughly unrewarding., Sat 21 Nov 2009, 3:15, Reply)