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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Teapot Parade & other horrors!
To put this in the right historical context, this story is from my first term at big school in 1980, there is no way they'd get away with it today!
In an effort to teach us about personal hygiene, we were forced to undergo a ritual every games lesson called Teapot Parade. The premise being that doing games in the same pants as you'd wear for the rest of the day would lead to unpleasant sweaty smells was a sound one, but the manner in which our teachers performed it was by the usual ritual of humiliation and shame! After we'd got changed, we were told to line up by our pegs in the changing room, and the teacher would walk down the line asking each child to drop their shorts in turn. Should a pair of Y-Fronts great him, proof was instantly required of a second pair, if these were shown, then onto the next lad, if not the boy was told to take them off, thus exposing his Teapot. Lads without a second pair had a stark choice, to expose his cock straight away or strip in front of the teacher. We were prepubescent and so apart from hanging down instead of up, Teapot was an accurate, if not rather disturbing description.
We didn't get out onto the games field very often that first term, be it the awful weather outside or that self-loathing most games teachers had that if only they'd studied hard enough they might be in a nice warm classroom instead, but I seem to recall that we took too long to get changed, so entire lessons were spent getting dressed and undressed in full view of the teacher. I remember one lesson, we managed to do it quickly enough about ten minutes from the end, were we rewarded with an early finish? God no, we were sent out for a run.
Another occasion saw a mud fight break out in the changing rooms, the guilty parties were hauled away and given a 100 lines, not as they'd hoped "I must not throw mud", but something along the lines of "I must not project projectiles in the changing rooms, or a projectile might project into someone's eye."
I'd be interested to know if anyone else had to endure Teapot Parade!
Apologies for length, I was only 12.
( , Mon 23 Nov 2009, 16:13, 2 replies)
To put this in the right historical context, this story is from my first term at big school in 1980, there is no way they'd get away with it today!
In an effort to teach us about personal hygiene, we were forced to undergo a ritual every games lesson called Teapot Parade. The premise being that doing games in the same pants as you'd wear for the rest of the day would lead to unpleasant sweaty smells was a sound one, but the manner in which our teachers performed it was by the usual ritual of humiliation and shame! After we'd got changed, we were told to line up by our pegs in the changing room, and the teacher would walk down the line asking each child to drop their shorts in turn. Should a pair of Y-Fronts great him, proof was instantly required of a second pair, if these were shown, then onto the next lad, if not the boy was told to take them off, thus exposing his Teapot. Lads without a second pair had a stark choice, to expose his cock straight away or strip in front of the teacher. We were prepubescent and so apart from hanging down instead of up, Teapot was an accurate, if not rather disturbing description.
We didn't get out onto the games field very often that first term, be it the awful weather outside or that self-loathing most games teachers had that if only they'd studied hard enough they might be in a nice warm classroom instead, but I seem to recall that we took too long to get changed, so entire lessons were spent getting dressed and undressed in full view of the teacher. I remember one lesson, we managed to do it quickly enough about ten minutes from the end, were we rewarded with an early finish? God no, we were sent out for a run.
Another occasion saw a mud fight break out in the changing rooms, the guilty parties were hauled away and given a 100 lines, not as they'd hoped "I must not throw mud", but something along the lines of "I must not project projectiles in the changing rooms, or a projectile might project into someone's eye."
I'd be interested to know if anyone else had to endure Teapot Parade!
Apologies for length, I was only 12.
( , Mon 23 Nov 2009, 16:13, 2 replies)
No, because most people were joking/exaggerating when they spoke of being taught by actual paedophiles
( , Tue 24 Nov 2009, 13:14, closed)
( , Tue 24 Nov 2009, 13:14, closed)
Paedowhat?
The idea of a paedophile was non-existent in my mind when I was 12. Nowadays I'm sure a teacher only has to glance at a child too long to be branded as such, in those days things like this just happened and the idea of speaking out about it or telling your parents was a no no. This story is frightening but sadly completely true.
( , Tue 24 Nov 2009, 18:50, closed)
The idea of a paedophile was non-existent in my mind when I was 12. Nowadays I'm sure a teacher only has to glance at a child too long to be branded as such, in those days things like this just happened and the idea of speaking out about it or telling your parents was a no no. This story is frightening but sadly completely true.
( , Tue 24 Nov 2009, 18:50, closed)
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