The Free Joy State wrote:Nobel Hobos 2 wrote:Yet it didn't destroy all enthusiasm. That's good.
It's a dilemma for modern schools, because kids either love PE or hate it. And government is telling them they have to do all they can to promote physical exercise, but on half of the students PE is doing the opposite. Then there the risk of injury which can get their school sued.
I went to a school where the PE teacher sent us all on a 40 minutes run, off school grounds and up a nearby hummock where he thought he could check on us coming back. But he was probably off bonking one of the other teachers, because the kids had all worked out there was a shortcut, with a nice glade to hang out in (not that nice when it was raining, which was often) which cut the run down to about 10 minutes. Or 20 minutes walk of course. Sometimes he came with us, which was no fun because it was a pretty hard run.
Oh, I forgot P.E. Not enjoyable. Fortunately, I learned early the priceless skill of bunking off PE. Equally luckily, most of my friends also enjoyed bunking off PE (ball games become a lot more fun when you make up your own rules or stand in the centre of the netball court chatting). So I can't really say it was that loathed a subject.
Shitty memories from PE, mostly junior high:
- Standing in the middle of the court during a basketball game because I wasn't fast enough to keep up with back and forth and snapping back at the teacher "I play more standing here."
- That same teacher telling us to spread out because a hand grenade could take us all out. Him not finding it funny when I asked if he was threatening to throw a hand grenade at us.
- Also was fond of telling us how long it would take to get from one end of the blacktop to the other in Vietnam. Also didn't find it funny when I said, "Thank god for asphalt."
- Not 100% sure he
actually went to Vietnam.
- Talked to his 'native american ancestors'. Nearly certain he had none.
- Believed in The Force. From Star Wars.
- Diving in front of the ball in dodge ball (he called it slaughter ball, I'm not sure what rules he changed) so that I could get out of the game quicker.
- Figuring out exactly how many days I could 'forget' my gym clothes and still pass the class.
- Fucking square dancing.
- Fucking juggling! Only one day, I could have kept doing that. I guess I couldn't, I never ended up practicing what I learned.
- Dragging a bunch of people behind me in a touch football game but the coach had me on a soccer team before and knew I wasn't going to be a good player regardless. I just have weirdly strong legs.
- Never getting to play soccer, the only game I knew how to play. I wasn't good, but at least I knew what the fuck I was doing.
- Some dude just punching me out of nowhere but for some reason was twitchy around me the rest of the semester. I guess he wasn't sure if I was capable of retaliating. I was not.