Not really a sports day story but more a sports lesson one.
I went to a 'harming' school just down the road from me, now this 'lovely' school had some nice teachers in it but none were as 'nice' as the PE teacher Mr Coen (cant remember the spelling). Now at the tender age of 12 I was already hitting 5,1/2 feet and was as lanky as a scarecrow and as a result I hated sports.

To counter the problem of being shouted at by the 'lovely' teacher (who had a fetish for watching young boys shower, as all PE teachers do) I decided to skip class. How did I do this? I simply sat in the changing rooms and didnt move. I blended perfectly into the backgorund and no-one noticed me doing this for 3 weeks.

Anyway I get noticed, teacher asks me what the hell I am playing at and I simply explain that I dont want to do PE and its my choice blah blah etc etc to be met with

"You are one lying caniving little git, FUCK OFF OUTTA MY SIGHT!!"

So I did, I went home and told my parents, who were a little alarmed at seeing their son come home at 10am, one hour after they dropped him off. One very short high speed drive to the school later and I saw a grown man cry. My mother has a scary temper and is a soprano singer so she can scream like a banshee.

Anyway having a teacher apologise in writing is one of the best things to have......until you lose it.


fuck
( Bamboo Steamer, Mon 3 Apr 2006, 22:39, Reply)