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)
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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PE a introduction to sport
I have good and bad memories from my secondary school.
My school was Coundon Court Comprehensive School in Coventry
My PE teacher was Mr Brown a handlebar moustached extremely angry individual who seemed to delight in wearing the kind of figure hugging tracksuit hip people these days would shop for and call retro.
Mr Browns favourite sport was setting up a gymnastics horse in the gym at a level that was just about low enough for only the most athletic youths to vault over. He would then proceed to make every member of the class leap over the horse using a springboard to take flight with. Of course not every student could jump over it and these individuals would end up having to keep trying to jump the horse over and over again because they basically couldn't make it over the top. What started out as amusement as the fatties or shorter people of the class tried over and over again to jump the horse turned to gasps of horror as the class was forced to witness kids smashing their shins, nuts or faces off the horse and crash mat over and over again until Mr Brown was pleased with their acrobatic attempt.
Another fantastic love of Mr Browns was to drop the class off using the school minibus at the wedge ( which was a rural expanse of land in the coundon/ allesley area of coventry ) on the most bitter bitterly cold days and ask the students to make their way back to the school. We were asked to wear our shorts and vests to do this !! in November !!
You wouldn't get away with it now Mr Brown but in fairness even now i don
cotton shorts and a vest and go jogging late on most November evenings.......
do i fuck ...fuck you mr brown you psychotic moustachio'd cock cosmonaut
( , Mon 23 Nov 2009, 14:26, Reply)
I have good and bad memories from my secondary school.
My school was Coundon Court Comprehensive School in Coventry
My PE teacher was Mr Brown a handlebar moustached extremely angry individual who seemed to delight in wearing the kind of figure hugging tracksuit hip people these days would shop for and call retro.
Mr Browns favourite sport was setting up a gymnastics horse in the gym at a level that was just about low enough for only the most athletic youths to vault over. He would then proceed to make every member of the class leap over the horse using a springboard to take flight with. Of course not every student could jump over it and these individuals would end up having to keep trying to jump the horse over and over again because they basically couldn't make it over the top. What started out as amusement as the fatties or shorter people of the class tried over and over again to jump the horse turned to gasps of horror as the class was forced to witness kids smashing their shins, nuts or faces off the horse and crash mat over and over again until Mr Brown was pleased with their acrobatic attempt.
Another fantastic love of Mr Browns was to drop the class off using the school minibus at the wedge ( which was a rural expanse of land in the coundon/ allesley area of coventry ) on the most bitter bitterly cold days and ask the students to make their way back to the school. We were asked to wear our shorts and vests to do this !! in November !!
You wouldn't get away with it now Mr Brown but in fairness even now i don
cotton shorts and a vest and go jogging late on most November evenings.......
do i fuck ...fuck you mr brown you psychotic moustachio'd cock cosmonaut
( , Mon 23 Nov 2009, 14:26, Reply)
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