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 excuses
At school, PE, or ‘Games’ was mandatory throughout all the years in an attempt to promote teamwork and bonding and all that. In my earlier years, I remember dismal runs around playing fields in near horizontal rain (I went to school in Wales, which most of the time makes Cockermouth look like fucking Aruba).
As you got older, skipping this became easier, but instead of avoiding the running, all you did was stand there under an umbrella watching the other kids run round and helping the teachers make sure no one cheated…essentially you had every classmate run passed with the that evil “how come you are stood under a gamp dry whilst we have to run around” look.
Failing this, we were told to go and look after one of the groups of younger kids, as teachers were often not available. I remember once, a younger member of school came up to me with a sick note that went as follows:
Dear Mr Jones (the usual PE teacher),
Please excuse M from PE today as he has dierrea…diarria…dier..the shits and so cannot attend.
Regards,
M’s mother.
I laughed so hard I actually let the kid off and wrote he a better copy to hand in to the actual teachers.
( , Tue 24 Nov 2009, 14:43, 1 reply)
At school, PE, or ‘Games’ was mandatory throughout all the years in an attempt to promote teamwork and bonding and all that. In my earlier years, I remember dismal runs around playing fields in near horizontal rain (I went to school in Wales, which most of the time makes Cockermouth look like fucking Aruba).
As you got older, skipping this became easier, but instead of avoiding the running, all you did was stand there under an umbrella watching the other kids run round and helping the teachers make sure no one cheated…essentially you had every classmate run passed with the that evil “how come you are stood under a gamp dry whilst we have to run around” look.
Failing this, we were told to go and look after one of the groups of younger kids, as teachers were often not available. I remember once, a younger member of school came up to me with a sick note that went as follows:
Dear Mr Jones (the usual PE teacher),
Please excuse M from PE today as he has dierrea…diarria…dier..the shits and so cannot attend.
Regards,
M’s mother.
I laughed so hard I actually let the kid off and wrote he a better copy to hand in to the actual teachers.
( , Tue 24 Nov 2009, 14:43, 1 reply)
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