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This is a question PE Lessons

For 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.

(, Thu 19 Nov 2009, 17:36)
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Miss Lapin...
Now, I shall publicly name and shame this evil excuse of a human being. She was the longest standing PE teacher at my secondary school. She was there when our parents atteneded the school. She was pure evil. Tiny pruned face like a cat's arse sucking a lemon. Short cut, curly hair tight to her scalp - grey, with hints of white. Bad, gappy, yellowed teeth. I shall call her Miss Lapin, as that was her name.
She was an ex-olympic gymnastics coach. For that read: Heartless twat. The wife of the then alcoholic head master (who can blame him with that as his wife?!) she could get away with murder.
Along with the obligatory PE bullying incidents and such, a few stick in my mind.
The first is the being picked last for rounders incident. Instead of simply assigning me to a team when I was the last person left standing there, whilst the teams argued over who had to have me. She joined in. The 14 year old me, burst into tears and walked off. My mum wrote me notes for the rest of the year.
Another was involving another girl in the class. Long distance running around the track. The girl was quite a big girl, and it was quite a hot day. She made us run around the track for the entire PE lesson. When the larger girl collapsed, you'd think she'd call for a first aider, water, maybe an ambulance? Nope.. she goes over and starts to yell at her for collapsing! She eventually manages to get up and starts to walk-run around the track, only to collapse again.
The last is involving me again, being the incident with the broken foot. I'd broken my foot spectaculaly falling down a kerb. Fractured a metatarsal. At the time my parents (equally sadistic) thought I was making it up and hadn't taken me to a doctor. Yet I quite obviously had a fat foot and couldn't walk. Later on it was found to be broken. Yet did Miss Lapin care? Nope... I was FORCED to play netball with a broken, uncast foot. Screamed at for not making an effort, running like an idiot, and crying about it. Oh joy.

On the plus side, he divorced her I think... but I'm pretty sure the psycho-cow still works at the school. SS officer reincarnated.
(, Mon 23 Nov 2009, 9:53, Reply)

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