I literally skipped out during PE in middle school I was so terrified by it. Not sure how this was possible looking back on it, but I would walk out that period and just sit in the woods outside the school for an hour.
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What are some of your WORST memories from P.E. growing up?
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Another lovely memory, centered around the same asswipe racist gym teacher, was our short lived swimming unit. Context: it was winter. The teacher divided the pool in two halves, for people who could swim, and the other for people who couldn't at all. Well, turns out the water heater was busted, and they could not bother to clean the pool. The people who could not swim plunged into freezing cold water, with dead flies and styrofoam bits floating all around us. Our teacher's response to seeing us non swimmers squirm and panick as we went into shock from the cold (and fear), was to say "Okay now swim"...
Thankfully we only endured 2 more sessions of that hell before enough complaints came in for lack of a heater and hygine, before the unit was canned.
Thankfully we only endured 2 more sessions of that hell before enough complaints came in for lack of a heater and hygine, before the unit was canned.
While I'm glad that I never had to, most of those middle/high schoolers should have. Imagine hundreds of teens who may or may not know the strength of their own bio-chemistry who, after playing and exercising for an hour in 70 plus degrees (I live in Cali), simply change back into their school clothes with not so much as a wet rag to the pits. They are going to reek. It was never uncommon for our homerooms to smell like a microwaved onion stuffed in a used sock. Occasionally the odor would get so bad that it'll cause headaches. Some teachers even single out some boys and offer them deodorant. It was bad...
I fell over twenty metres from the finish line whilst running the 200m at my school sports day, skinned my arm on the running track, I was third place as well which was good considering that the boys in first and second place were unbeatable. When I crossed the line in last place the teacher was working out who came in what place and dismissively said to me 'well you definitely came in last', haha!
Probably the six week quarter where we just did basketball.
Now I actually enjoyed that part, doubly so since we could just go into our friend groups and shoot free-style.
But man did I have mad anxiety from all the basketballs that were bouncing around chaotically. And for good reason; because five years in a row a renegade one knocked off my glasses and broke them, making me have to go get them repaired.
There's also the memory I have of our swimming unit in the third grade. I enjoyed that too, except I must've been allergic to the chlorine or something. I'd go there with everyone else one week, the next week I would get hives and be out, and rinse and repeat for two or so months.
It doubly sucked since my doctor, for whatever reason, never considered that it might be from the pool. Instead he prohibited me from eating chocolate. :( And gave me the most disgusting, thick liquid medicine I've ever had: Bactrim.
I ended up being allergic to the Bactrim too, cause of course.
Now I actually enjoyed that part, doubly so since we could just go into our friend groups and shoot free-style.
But man did I have mad anxiety from all the basketballs that were bouncing around chaotically. And for good reason; because five years in a row a renegade one knocked off my glasses and broke them, making me have to go get them repaired.
There's also the memory I have of our swimming unit in the third grade. I enjoyed that too, except I must've been allergic to the chlorine or something. I'd go there with everyone else one week, the next week I would get hives and be out, and rinse and repeat for two or so months.
It doubly sucked since my doctor, for whatever reason, never considered that it might be from the pool. Instead he prohibited me from eating chocolate. :( And gave me the most disgusting, thick liquid medicine I've ever had: Bactrim.
I ended up being allergic to the Bactrim too, cause of course.
I have a bittersweet one. During highschool PE was a shitshow, boys would always play soccer and I totally despised it. There was no "education", just "play this crap that you are supposed to enjoy" (this was back in Brazil, so people thought I had serious issues for hating soccer).
At least for one year PE was the last class of the day, and the teacher would walk us to the field since it was outside of the school. Quite often I would run away during the process and gladly go home to play some Ragnarok. Of course the teacher should have been aware of it, but I guess he really didn't give a fuck.
At least for one year PE was the last class of the day, and the teacher would walk us to the field since it was outside of the school. Quite often I would run away during the process and gladly go home to play some Ragnarok. Of course the teacher should have been aware of it, but I guess he really didn't give a fuck.
We had a pretty decent teacher and an actual gym that was used by the people in the town when out of school hours. I was small for my age and the school was well aware that exerting myself too much might be a bad idea. A friend of mine in school had nothing medically wrong with him but he was obviously gay and possessed of a nervous disposition - he would often pretend to have a sore throat so as to not read in class. Neither of us were popular and would've easily gotten crushed by the bigger kids playing soccer or whatever else they were doing on the main court (they did other stuff but mostly it was soccer).
So the teacher let us go upstairs onto the balcony and work out using the weight lifting and whatever other equipment was up there. He told us to actually use it - mostly we just messed around and watched the others. Occasionally he would call up to us to see what we were up to and we'd scramble to go on a machine each and pretend we'd been working out. It was obvious we weren't since we hadn't broken a sweat, but he let us get on with it anyway.
Funnily enough, the changing rooms which we used had showers but I have never once seen them used. The only gym class schedule I remember from the six years I spent at the school was a double period as the last class on a Thursday, so I guess they were okay with sending kids home straight away to have a shower on their own time. But six different years, split into four different classes on each year, meant they couldn't have everyone have PE at the end of a school day, and given that it was often a double period, it's funny that in movies it's shown that kids used the showers after PE class and nobody ever used them in the gym at my school.
Edit - now that I think about it, my worse memory is probably getting my kneecap split during a game of Hurling back in primary school. Some guy gave me a whack with his hurley and it was sore at first, but I was able to play on. I walked back home with my bike and it felt strange. Later in the day we were out at my grandparents' place and playing with our cousins, and I hit my knee off the bumper on the car. Instant pain, I was brought to the local hospital and then on to the local large hospital where they could actually do something about it (since the local hospital is little more than a ward for elderly and dying people).
I was in a cast and walking about on crutches for two weeks after.
So the teacher let us go upstairs onto the balcony and work out using the weight lifting and whatever other equipment was up there. He told us to actually use it - mostly we just messed around and watched the others. Occasionally he would call up to us to see what we were up to and we'd scramble to go on a machine each and pretend we'd been working out. It was obvious we weren't since we hadn't broken a sweat, but he let us get on with it anyway.
Funnily enough, the changing rooms which we used had showers but I have never once seen them used. The only gym class schedule I remember from the six years I spent at the school was a double period as the last class on a Thursday, so I guess they were okay with sending kids home straight away to have a shower on their own time. But six different years, split into four different classes on each year, meant they couldn't have everyone have PE at the end of a school day, and given that it was often a double period, it's funny that in movies it's shown that kids used the showers after PE class and nobody ever used them in the gym at my school.
Edit - now that I think about it, my worse memory is probably getting my kneecap split during a game of Hurling back in primary school. Some guy gave me a whack with his hurley and it was sore at first, but I was able to play on. I walked back home with my bike and it felt strange. Later in the day we were out at my grandparents' place and playing with our cousins, and I hit my knee off the bumper on the car. Instant pain, I was brought to the local hospital and then on to the local large hospital where they could actually do something about it (since the local hospital is little more than a ward for elderly and dying people).
I was in a cast and walking about on crutches for two weeks after.
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Don't think I have one outside of one nasty encounter with a bully (which resolved itself in my favor). It rained so often in Bradford we spent most of our time indoors learning the Morris and Ceilidh dance lol
In Malaysia it was pretty much football. At that point I already had broken kneecaps so all I did was chill at the canteen.
In Malaysia it was pretty much football. At that point I already had broken kneecaps so all I did was chill at the canteen.
I broke my foot halfway through my final semester of PE in high school and the teacher said he wouldn't kick me out of the class if I just did push-ups and sit-ups while everyone else was doing the regular PE stuff
then he kicked me out of the class anyway a few days later, and I had to take PE again the next year to get the credits
fuck that guy
then he kicked me out of the class anyway a few days later, and I had to take PE again the next year to get the credits
fuck that guy
You can thank Henry Ford (I think) for the square dancing. He used his power to implement that into schools as a way of combating jazz.
I liked PE, other then having to run long distance sometimes.
I guess worst memory was when my friend jumped over, I don't know the name, some gymnastic thing we were supposed to jump over. He comically fell over the thing and we all laughed a few seconds until we realized he did not pop on the other side. We went over and he had broken his arm pretty badly.
I guess worst memory was when my friend jumped over, I don't know the name, some gymnastic thing we were supposed to jump over. He comically fell over the thing and we all laughed a few seconds until we realized he did not pop on the other side. We went over and he had broken his arm pretty badly.
Baseball always sucked because I never played little league or anything. Didn't really know how to throw, hit or catch. I could kind of figure it out and do okay sometimes, but I was truly flying by the seat of my pants.
I once decided to walk an entire run we were doing on the first day of PE for the year. I'm used to being in class with slackers and assumed at least 5-6 other kids would do the same. I get to the end and the whole class is waiting for me, having all run it (it's like a 2k trail run). I was the sole slacker nerd in a class full of jocks. I tried a bit harder the rest of the year and later on the teacher gave a speech about how much I'd improved and how I always do my best. I don't think that speech would have happened if I didn't walk the trail that first day. I mean, I would have kinda sucked at it even if I ran it but it would have been better.
I once decided to walk an entire run we were doing on the first day of PE for the year. I'm used to being in class with slackers and assumed at least 5-6 other kids would do the same. I get to the end and the whole class is waiting for me, having all run it (it's like a 2k trail run). I was the sole slacker nerd in a class full of jocks. I tried a bit harder the rest of the year and later on the teacher gave a speech about how much I'd improved and how I always do my best. I don't think that speech would have happened if I didn't walk the trail that first day. I mean, I would have kinda sucked at it even if I ran it but it would have been better.
Middle school PE teacher was a real hardass for some reason. I got yelled out in front of everyone and made to do burpies for not having my gym clothes one class. Reason was some asshole kid took them and threw them in one of the locker room bathroom toilets.
I am always awkward in any physical thing. You named it, I would be bad in it so PE is always my worst nightmare in school. The anxiety, the nervously, even now I can still remember them clearly.
One of my worst PE activity is shuttlecock kicking, unfortunately, that activity is presented in all grade from elementary school to high school so I always suffer, I can't even kick the fuckingcock for like 3 times nevermind the required 10 times or 15 times to get an 10 mark.
One of my worst PE activity is shuttlecock kicking, unfortunately, that activity is presented in all grade from elementary school to high school so I always suffer, I can't even kick the fuckingcock for like 3 times nevermind the required 10 times or 15 times to get an 10 mark.
I got kicked full speed in the balls playing indoor soccer
The kid missed the ball at kickoff and the rest is history
I fell to my knees in pain and no one cared :/
The kid missed the ball at kickoff and the rest is history
I fell to my knees in pain and no one cared :/
Being surrounded by other people as I got changed. I fucking hated it always preferred when everyone else left to get changed. I would intentionally fuck up my combo lock to get to my p.e cloths and my god the smell. I do not miss it and I'm glad I got to skip p.e. when I moved to Texas had way too many credits.
P.E. teachers are the worst. I was academically fairly strong, but i hit puberty really late, and I was short and skinny until my mid to late teens and very self concious of my body. At our school the sporty or larger kids who were less academic would essentially team up and humiliate kids like me. Fucking hated it.
I remember one kid saying he didnt want to get changed into his sports stuff. Teacher stood over him and bollocked him saying he had to get changed. Kid stripped naked and it turned out he didnt want to get changed because he had an erection. Teacher and other kids stood pissing themselves laughing. Hope that kid grew up ok because that was basically abuse.
I remember one kid saying he didnt want to get changed into his sports stuff. Teacher stood over him and bollocked him saying he had to get changed. Kid stripped naked and it turned out he didnt want to get changed because he had an erection. Teacher and other kids stood pissing themselves laughing. Hope that kid grew up ok because that was basically abuse.
None. I loved PE and it was always my fave 'class'
Literally nothing but good memories. Not any different from what I'd be doing outside of school, which was playing pick up sports with all the neighborhood kids.
Only thing that maybe sucked was cross-country running, but long distance running was never my fave athletic activity.
Best moment was indoor kickball and nailing a grandslam by striking the ball off the basketball backboard on the farside of the gym (Which counted as a homer). Good times
Literally nothing but good memories. Not any different from what I'd be doing outside of school, which was playing pick up sports with all the neighborhood kids.
Only thing that maybe sucked was cross-country running, but long distance running was never my fave athletic activity.
Best moment was indoor kickball and nailing a grandslam by striking the ball off the basketball backboard on the farside of the gym (Which counted as a homer). Good times
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Hated PE.
My school was also a rugby academy so we had a lot of huge lads who were hyper masculine and made sure to bully anyone who didn't match their ideas of body image.
I would swap classes if I was scheduled for swimming because I was so self conscious of being underweight.
this meant I didn't learn to swim until I was 21 when i resolved some of my body image issues
My school was also a rugby academy so we had a lot of huge lads who were hyper masculine and made sure to bully anyone who didn't match their ideas of body image.
I would swap classes if I was scheduled for swimming because I was so self conscious of being underweight.
this meant I didn't learn to swim until I was 21 when i resolved some of my body image issues
UKera, did everyone else hate cross country? Not sure they even do it anymore as, aside from it just being an awful way to spend 45 minutes, it was pretty irresponsible looking back at it.
Essentially the class gets sent to run a designated route outside of school grounds, usually through a housing estate next to the school and any surrounding countryside there may be. Because of the different fitness levels of all the kids it just ended with a class of 25 or so far to thinly spread for the two PE teachers to be able to keep an eye on everyone. Countless stories from harmless (some of us finding a shortcut that cut out a huge chunk of the course) to the more sinister stuff (someone got attacked by a man waiting in the bush for the kids to run past). I hated it, I usually walked most of the way.
Essentially the class gets sent to run a designated route outside of school grounds, usually through a housing estate next to the school and any surrounding countryside there may be. Because of the different fitness levels of all the kids it just ended with a class of 25 or so far to thinly spread for the two PE teachers to be able to keep an eye on everyone. Countless stories from harmless (some of us finding a shortcut that cut out a huge chunk of the course) to the more sinister stuff (someone got attacked by a man waiting in the bush for the kids to run past). I hated it, I usually walked most of the way.
I never did PE in school once. Always refused to do it because even the concept of it bored me to death. Also having scoliosis just kind of got me out of doing anything and anything physical at school which was great for me. I'd just sit on my Gameboy or later DS playing Pokemon games for an hour.
I've always been grossly incompetent when it comes to sports. Not interested in it, it bores me to death. Ever since I've been a child (I'm 43) it has been that way.
So for 13 years I went to PE here in Germany, pretended to try my best, failed miserably and got my 4/D grade for trying. Waste of time, but nothing worse. Never got bullied, never felt ashamed. Even when I couldn't really participate in swimming lessons because I'm terribly afraid of deep water.
Told everyone in 5th or 6th grade that I'm scared shitless of the depth, swam some rounds in the shallow pool by myself with some elderly people while the others took more serious lessons. I wasn't ashamed at all, my classmates noticed that and not once did anyone make fun of me.
In general that's been my recipe for success in school: Making clear from day 1 that I don't take myself too seriously and don't give two shits about what other people think. I was sort of a class clown who always got good enough grades without making any sort of serious effort. Because of that I was never seen as some kind of nerd or geek, even though I got good grades and seriously sucked at sports.
Oh, once a sports teacher asked my mum to visit him because he thought I just pretended to suck that much at sports. She reassured him that this is not the case and that I'm really that bad at it, and that was that.
So for 13 years I went to PE here in Germany, pretended to try my best, failed miserably and got my 4/D grade for trying. Waste of time, but nothing worse. Never got bullied, never felt ashamed. Even when I couldn't really participate in swimming lessons because I'm terribly afraid of deep water.
Told everyone in 5th or 6th grade that I'm scared shitless of the depth, swam some rounds in the shallow pool by myself with some elderly people while the others took more serious lessons. I wasn't ashamed at all, my classmates noticed that and not once did anyone make fun of me.
In general that's been my recipe for success in school: Making clear from day 1 that I don't take myself too seriously and don't give two shits about what other people think. I was sort of a class clown who always got good enough grades without making any sort of serious effort. Because of that I was never seen as some kind of nerd or geek, even though I got good grades and seriously sucked at sports.
Oh, once a sports teacher asked my mum to visit him because he thought I just pretended to suck that much at sports. She reassured him that this is not the case and that I'm really that bad at it, and that was that.
Never had a bad Gym experience thankfully.
Ripped my pants once, but that was well before my self consciousness kicked. Plus it happened after I did a flip, so...that was cool.
I did scrape my knee super bad. Won't go into details about how bad, but my mom, who was going to med school at the time, was able to bring me in a demonstration for one of her projects, lol.
Ripped my pants once, but that was well before my self consciousness kicked. Plus it happened after I did a flip, so...that was cool.
I did scrape my knee super bad. Won't go into details about how bad, but my mom, who was going to med school at the time, was able to bring me in a demonstration for one of her projects, lol.
Yep. Our cross country course could be halved by going through a nearby cemetery so you can imagine how many of the more unruly kids went through there acting very disrespectfully! The teachers just sat chilling at the beginning and end waiting the hour out.
As an English dude, PE was fun when it was rugby, basketball, tennis, badminton, dodgeball, athletics and I was decent at all of them
the one sport I absolutely sucked at?
football. And it was what we played every. Single. Time.
I love watching football and it's my favourite sport to follow, but fuck me i suck at it.
the one sport I absolutely sucked at?
football. And it was what we played every. Single. Time.
I love watching football and it's my favourite sport to follow, but fuck me i suck at it.
All of my bad PE memories came from middle school.
1. You basically had to do pull-ups individually in front of the entire class. My crush was there too. It's not like the others were doing anything, either. Everyone literally watched you do your pull-ups. I think I did one, and that was by jumping for the first one.
2. I hated playing baseball (or similar indoor variants) because I could never hit the ball with the bat. So when we played in PE, I always went in the back of the line. The teacher must have caught on because he made us stay in order, so I couldn't stay in the back when my team would go up to bat. When it was finally my turn, I actually hit it. I was so shocked that when I started running to first, I tripped. But I didn't fall flat on my face, I sorta stumbled the whole distance between home plate and first base before finally running into the large guy at first, my face plunging into his stomach. The aforementioned crush was also present.
3. I hated dressing in the locker rooms. I always stuck to the same corner with my friends. One day, when we went back to change into our school clothes, I noticed the entire locker room looking in our direction. I definitely saw some snickering. I was immediately uncomfortable because I'm too used to this; they were playing some trick on us. My shirt felt bigger than usual, but I didn't think anything of it and left the locker room. It turns out that some boys switched my friends' clothes around and apparently the entire locker room knew.
Fuck middle school.
1. You basically had to do pull-ups individually in front of the entire class. My crush was there too. It's not like the others were doing anything, either. Everyone literally watched you do your pull-ups. I think I did one, and that was by jumping for the first one.
2. I hated playing baseball (or similar indoor variants) because I could never hit the ball with the bat. So when we played in PE, I always went in the back of the line. The teacher must have caught on because he made us stay in order, so I couldn't stay in the back when my team would go up to bat. When it was finally my turn, I actually hit it. I was so shocked that when I started running to first, I tripped. But I didn't fall flat on my face, I sorta stumbled the whole distance between home plate and first base before finally running into the large guy at first, my face plunging into his stomach. The aforementioned crush was also present.
3. I hated dressing in the locker rooms. I always stuck to the same corner with my friends. One day, when we went back to change into our school clothes, I noticed the entire locker room looking in our direction. I definitely saw some snickering. I was immediately uncomfortable because I'm too used to this; they were playing some trick on us. My shirt felt bigger than usual, but I didn't think anything of it and left the locker room. It turns out that some boys switched my friends' clothes around and apparently the entire locker room knew.
Fuck middle school.
Some of these stories are horrible, I'm so glad I really enjoyed P.E. looking about on it. I wasn't a fan of long distance cross country running but that was about as bad as it got really.
Fortunately, I don't remember having a bad time in PE.
I went to school in Finland and later in Ireland and the difference was pretty jarring. In Finland, I remember doing a wide range of activities in PE, including skiing and ice skating in the winter.
In Ireland, it was all football, football, and more football. And the occasional bleep test.
I went to school in Finland and later in Ireland and the difference was pretty jarring. In Finland, I remember doing a wide range of activities in PE, including skiing and ice skating in the winter.
In Ireland, it was all football, football, and more football. And the occasional bleep test.
Our P.E lessons were largely uneventful. Our school never had any money for equipment so it was literally footy(soccer for most of you) 90% of the year with the odd bit of rugby or cricket(all the pads we had must have been from 30 odd years old and falling apart). They finally built a sports hall during my last couple of years of school with gym equipment and a basketball court but we were never allowed to use the fucking thing.
No really horrible memories, just having to change in front of people when swimming due to body confidence issues. I've always been overweight, so was never good at PE like others, but I always did what I could and don't remember being teased or bullied due to PE deficiencies.
A friend got his lip split open by a plastic indoor hockey stick that was swung at full speed and hit him in the face on the upswing. That was the only nasty PE incident I recall. Oh, other than my primary school having this shitty policy of making boys do PE in their underwear if they forgot to bring their kit. Really shitty, and creepy, in hindsight. Don't think it applied to girls, or at least, I never saw it happen to a girl.
A friend got his lip split open by a plastic indoor hockey stick that was swung at full speed and hit him in the face on the upswing. That was the only nasty PE incident I recall. Oh, other than my primary school having this shitty policy of making boys do PE in their underwear if they forgot to bring their kit. Really shitty, and creepy, in hindsight. Don't think it applied to girls, or at least, I never saw it happen to a girl.
In one session of 11th grade P.E, we were playing a round of touch football, I was chasing down a friend of mine who was playing for the other side and had broken away. we were running down the sideline, and of course one of the "jock" crowd dipshits who was walking down the sideline the opposite way decided it would be funny to play a game of last second chicken with me. I had to leap to the left to avoid colliding with the dickhead, landed on my right leg at an awkward angle and injured my knee pretty badly. I carry it with me to this day, I'm now 31.
I didn't take any PE that really required locker rooms, so "Gym class" was honestly just really enjoyable, a good break to just run around