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uh...i took advanced PE as it def helped my GPA and was a chance to see chicks in shorty shorts.wouldn't say gym class was always a highlight of my day but i def didn't hate it. my highlight was school newspaper staff. i didn't have to do ANYTHING in there
God, the stories I could tell. Our gym classes back then were not co-ed.
Our two junior-high gym teachers were flat-out nuts, sadists armed with whistles and clipboards. They had paddles with holes drilled in the end and the degree to which you misbehaved dictated how hard you were hit with those things, the ultimate being the "El Supremo," of which I received several.
If we were in the pool for gym class, their weapons of choice were wiffle-ball bats and let me tell you, you haven't experienced true white-hot, mind-numbing pain until you've been nailed with one of those.
The 70's. What a larf...
Our two junior-high gym teachers were flat-out nuts, sadists armed with whistles and clipboards. They had paddles with holes drilled in the end and the degree to which you misbehaved dictated how hard you were hit with those things, the ultimate being the "El Supremo," of which I received several.
If we were in the pool for gym class, their weapons of choice were wiffle-ball bats and let me tell you, you haven't experienced true white-hot, mind-numbing pain until you've been nailed with one of those.
The 70's. What a larf...
And true to form, we picked gym class as the ultimate time to screw around.
I hated gym class sooooooooooooo much. Our gym teachers through seventh grade were all Israeli drill sergeants. We played dodgeball, but also "Cross the Chinese Wall" and "The Train is Coming And We Are Not Afraid" all of which are variations on "Single Out and Attack the Vulnerable."In 8th grade we had our first American gym teacher, and he was football obsessed. He called me the tight end even though he never taught us positions, just sent us out to tackle each other. To this day I don't know if I should have taken that as something creepy.
All of these classes took place in a converted ballroom on the third floor of our school in NYC, or else on the 6th floor roof, which had been Astroturfed and walled for extra burn and crunch. I broke two of my friends' arms, both accidentally, I swear.
When I got to high school in Canada, I convinced the school that I wanted to get through school in four years instead of five, and that to do so I would need to be waivered out of gym. It worked.
I like sports, but not gym class.
In high school, as punishment for coming to class stoned, Pat Wyka (who also doubled as our wrestling coach) forced me to wrestle John McDonald - the team's heavyweight at about 260 - I must've weighed about 120.
I managed to avoid him for about 20 or 30 seconds until he cornered me and pancaked me. I thought for sure I'd broken a rib or two. I couldn't catch my breath for several minutes. Needless to say, it was a buzz kill.
I managed to avoid him for about 20 or 30 seconds until he cornered me and pancaked me. I thought for sure I'd broken a rib or two. I couldn't catch my breath for several minutes. Needless to say, it was a buzz kill.
ahh the 70's.. late 70's for me Clark with coed class... I hated gym class because I was the fat girl with her nose in a book, dreaming of the day high school would be over.
Gym class WAS FUCKING HELL FOR ME.I'm a fatty mcfatty, and I HATE GYM CLASS. I still have to take a "Lifetime Fitness" course before I graduate college, and I just might take that during summer school.
When I was in the 2nd or third grade, we had to tumble and do various rolls on mats IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE CLASS. There's this roll where you have to tuck your head between your legs and kinda throw yourself onto the mat and roll. WELL SINCE I AM ROUND LIKE A FUCKING BUTTERBALL the teacher had to come and ROLL ME OVER MID FUCKING ROLL. EVERYONE FUCKING LAUGHED AT ME AND I PASSED GAS AT THE SAME TIME.
High school, the one year we had to take gym, we had to do FUCKING RUNNING TESTS. I CAN'T RUN. MY FRIEND WHO HAD A CAST ON RAN FASTER THAN I DID. We had to run four laps around the outside track one time. No one could go in until everyone was finished, and when you finished, you sat against the fence and watched the other people run/walk/jog. WELL OF COURSE I WAS THE LAST FUCKING ONE. My teacher just kinda let me go in 'cause time was up. And I was kinda pissed 'cause people were picking fun, and I was out of breath and he was like, "well, Brittany, you do wear a lot of dark clothes."
I WASN'T LAST AND COULDN'T BREATHE AND HOT BECAUSE THE SUN WAS ATTRACTED TO MY SHIRT. IT WAS BECAUSE I'M A FAT ASS, YOU FUCKING SADISTIC FREAK.
Wow, that was really nice to let out.
I feel your pain Britt, but the cool thing is now I am the fit, athletic one and they are all fat and lazy. Sweet Revenge!
ms.petra wrote: "ahh the 70's.. late 70's for me Clark with coed class... I hated gym class because I was the fat girl with her nose in a book, dreaming of the day high school would be over."
You know despite all of the beatdowns, I actually loved gym class. I was always good at sports (that wasn't meant as bragging). But I loathed running and still do to this day.
As part of our grade in high school, we used to get timed in a two-mile run and a 400-yard swim (fortunately not on the same day). One of my friends did a hit of mescaline one year before the swim. It wasn't pretty... He was later voted "most likely to be found dead in his hotel room."
You know despite all of the beatdowns, I actually loved gym class. I was always good at sports (that wasn't meant as bragging). But I loathed running and still do to this day.
As part of our grade in high school, we used to get timed in a two-mile run and a 400-yard swim (fortunately not on the same day). One of my friends did a hit of mescaline one year before the swim. It wasn't pretty... He was later voted "most likely to be found dead in his hotel room."
I hated gym class sooooooooooooo much. Our gym teachers through seventh grade were all Israeli drill sergeants. We played dodgeball, but also "Cross the Chinese Wall" and "The Train is Coming And We Are Not Afraid" all of which are variations on "Single Out and Attack the Vulnerable."I'm fascinated that you had a game with a name as long as "The Train is Coming and We Are Not Afraid". What in the hell?
Clark and I had similar gym teachers...you know, the kind who mask sadism with "making you men" and "teaching you a lesson".
RandomAnthony wrote: "Clark and I had similar gym teachers...you know, the kind who mask sadism with "making you men" and "teaching you a lesson". "
Feh...
Feh...
What kind of freaky alternate universe do you people come from? In elementary school we played kickball and other such mundane sports. Junior high was climbing a rope and running around the track, with maybe some baseball or weightlifting thrown in. High school had a minimal PE requirement and I don't remember what we did at all.Maybe it's a regional thing? I grew up on the west coast. You?
Midwest.
Floor hockey, touch football, wrestling, softball, water polo, dodgeball (aka "beano"), basketball, volleyball, etc.
And every year we had to run through a battery of tests (chin-ups, sit-ups, softball throw, 50-yard dash, etc.) to try to win one of these:
Floor hockey, touch football, wrestling, softball, water polo, dodgeball (aka "beano"), basketball, volleyball, etc.
And every year we had to run through a battery of tests (chin-ups, sit-ups, softball throw, 50-yard dash, etc.) to try to win one of these:
RandomAnthony wrote: "I hated gym class sooooooooooooo much. Our gym teachers through seventh grade were all Israeli drill sergeants. We played dodgeball, but also "Cross the Chinese Wall" and "The Train is Coming And We Are Not Afraid" all of which are variations on "Single Out and Attack the Vulnerable."I'm fascinated that you had a game with a name as long as "The Train is Coming and We Are Not Afraid". What in the hell? "
I think it was probably an Israeli game and the title was translated from something like "Mow Down the Weak"
"Cross the Chinese Wall" was a game in which a line of mats was laid out across the center of the gym. One person was on the mats, everyone else was against one wall. When the teacher said "Cross the Chinese Wall" everybody tried to run to the other side. The person in the center tried to catch someone(without leaving the mats). Anyone he tagged became part of the wall, so eventually everyone is on the wall but one winner who managed to evade getting tackled.
"The Train Is Coming And We Are Not Afraid" was similar, except that there was a rushing offensive line - the train - coming at you and you had to avoid getting tagged as they ran from one wall to the other.
I think these games translated into my intense dislike/paranoia about college Assassin games (now Zombie games). I would have never left my room if the Zombie game had infected my college while i was there.
Sarah Pi wrote: "RandomAnthony wrote: "I hated gym class sooooooooooooo much. Our gym teachers through seventh grade were all Israeli drill sergeants. We played dodgeball, but also "Cross the Chinese Wall" and "The..."we used to play that chinese wall game during recess, on the schoolyard, only we called it line tag. it was pretty popular.
We had a terrifying gymnastics unit in 7th grade--Trampoline, mini-trampoline, vault, and the godforsaken uneven parallel bars. I remember what I chose for my final project: floor exercise. And the worst part was the uniforms we had to wear: orange with white pinstripes, polyester, sleeveless one-piece with snaps at the shoulders. Kind of like a baby's onesie with shorts. The boys thought it was hilarious to try to unsnap the shoulders.
btw - i have not HAD to climb a rope, run around a series of orange cones or hit someone else in the face with a red rubber ball since gym class. i have voluntarily done those things but never HAD to. maybe bun is right. we should just have 30 treadmills and actually let the kids get some exercise
Stupid rope. I never could climb it. PE was fine until 7th grade, and then it was horrible. It wasn't instruction, it was let's see who is physically coordinated and athletic, and who isn't, just when the kids are the age to be most mortified about it.
And no, I've never felt like not being able to climb a rope, or spike a volleyball, was an essential skill I really should have learned.
I loved PE...the running, sit ups, pull ups, climbing, dodge ball, all of it really. It kept me sane when I had to sit still the rest of the day...man I wish I still had that kind of energy!
Jackie "the Librarian" wrote: "Stupid rope. I never could climb it. PE was fine until 7th grade, and then it was horrible. "I hated the rope! I can't climb, and I'm not big on heights.
I liked basketball and volleyball, and kill the carrier (the aforementioned broken arms). That's about it.
Ohhhh, gym class! Whenever I asked Jake what he did in gym, he'd roll his eyes, and say I was an idiot, and did I mean PE?We had to wear those horrible uniforms too, well everything the same as Bun's description from uniform to disgusting locker rooms. I guess elementary was fun - kickball, track stuff. But starting in junior high, oh my. The boys got to do fun stuff, the girls ugh we had these stupid records to do stoopid dance stuff too. Crap I can now hear one song in particular in my head. Thanks for that... But we also played volleyball, that was fun, even tho I broke my pinky.
High school was the worst, and one thing I'm forever grateful for is that my parents actually agreed to get some doctor's form so that I could get out of it completely. I don't even remember what was "wrong with me" either, but it's not like I wasn't into stuff - I was very kinesthetic, loved dance, softball, volletyball so if they had had good activities I would have loved it.
Do high schools even have gym anymore? I do know that in many states it's been cut completely, even in the lower grades.
They still have gym class here, and you get to choose between a higher level class for those interested/better at gym, and a lower level class that is for those that choose not to have to be in a class with all jocks.
My high school daughter liked her gym class--they wore heart rate monitors and had to elevate their heart rates to a certain level for 25 minutes--treadmill, jogging, jumping jacks, their choice.
Jim "In dreams we enter a world entirely our own" wrote: "They still have gym class here, and you get to choose between a higher level class for those interested/better at gym, and a lower level class that is for those that choose not to have to be in a c..."Hey I resent that implication...I might have been pretty fast on my midgetesque legs and climbed every avalible surface like a monkey, but I was NEVER a jock! >:(
I loved sport (your gym class) at school. Through highschool I rotated my sport each term as we always had a choice of what to do. Gymnastics was a favourite, basket ball & tennis. In the later years my friends & I discovered we could take sailing as a sport. A lot of the time was spent relaxing on the river bank watching, the occasional sail, plus a bag of hot chips. Who wouldn’t enjoy that? I developed a love of sailing & do it when ever the opportunity arises. (I hate motor boats).
I liked gym class. I just didn't like the part where other kids did better than me. So dodge ball, yes. President's Fitness Test, no.
Alecia wrote: "Jim "In dreams we enter a world entirely our own" wrote: "They still have gym class here, and you get to choose between a higher level class for those interested/better at gym, and a lower level cl..."
Sorry, didn't mean to imply anything. More simply stated, some people like gym class and want to be challenged more. Others don't like gym class or don't want to be challenged more. But they have an option for both. They do not have an option of not taking gym though.
Sorry, didn't mean to imply anything. More simply stated, some people like gym class and want to be challenged more. Others don't like gym class or don't want to be challenged more. But they have an option for both. They do not have an option of not taking gym though.
Jim, I probably should've put a little smiley after that to soften my rant a bit...I'm a wee bit sensative about the jock/cheerleader thing. Throughout jr. high and highschool I was constantly getting told that I should join the cheer squad because I would be the perfect "beaner" cheerleader. It sounded a little something like this..."Oh.my.God. you would be like the perfect ethnic addition to our squad. Your like, so bouncy and cheerful. We could totally use a little color on our team if you know what I mean...your like a beaner right?"Yeah teenagers in Montana are an ever tactful group. Imagine their disappointement when they found out I'm actually native american. :)
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I took up cross country and tennis and soccer but was bad at them. Finally I threw in the towel and just took whatever seemed to require the least effort, like modern dance.
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I never had that many options at School. We were used to being hurled to a small ground (and it was not a ground actually)in the weekly gym cl..."
Gabby, good point. Thanks for making it.
Alecia wrote: "Jim, I probably should've put a little smiley after that to soften my rant a bit...I'm a wee bit sensative about the jock/cheerleader thing. Throughout jr. high and highschool I was constantly gett..."
No problem Alecia, I actually could see where you were coming from.
No problem Alecia, I actually could see where you were coming from.
I ask in part because all three of my sons, but esp. the first two, are little jocks, and they seem to love gym class. I guess in elementary school I didn't mind it, but later on I hated it with all my being.
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P.S. Dodge ball was fun. It was more like when the gym teachers pretended to, you know, teach you something, or you had to a gymnastics unit or whatever, that gym class sucked.