PE LessonsFor 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.
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chthonic, Thu 19 Nov 2009, 17:36)
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Double HockeyNothing put the fear of God into me more than starting a new school year and seeing those dreaded words in my timetable.
Gym I could do. Tennis wasn't too horrific. And I could bluff my way through netball by sheer dint of a lot of running round like I knew what I was doing. But hockey... Hated it. Consequently, I used to contrive to have as many doctors appointments, opticians appointments,whatever I could manage, scheduled in for 9am Thursday mornings.
Luckily, whenever fortune forsook me and I actually had to go through with the lesson, I had a backup plan. Not quite sure how we managed it, but I and a couple of friends who disliked PE as much as I did managed to get ourselves as the two Half Backs and Keeper for the people in the class who were actually rather good. That meant that they were all up one end of the field tackling the opposition, hitting them with sticks and scoring goals, while Jane, Claire and I were up the OTHER end, having a chat about last nights' Red Dwarf.
My well known hatred of the game reached such an extent that by the 5th year, come the Interform tournaments, I always made it onto the list, playing the somewhat unique position of "Kitimariana, Left Inside"...
(, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 15:48, Reply)
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