PE teachers – the reason I have a lifelong hatred of sport and exercise.
For a specky dyspraxic kid, PE was a nightmare. Especially that bloody “pick a team” thing. Why the teacher couldn’t have just lined up up in rows, counted off 1,2,1,2 all the 1s in one team, all the 2s in another? Instead it was always the 2 teacher’s pets picking teams and that horrible humiliation of being last one picked. And then the PE teacher wondered why I dropped it the moment I could.
Is John Cleese the PE teacher? 🫢
Nah – teachers get bored and fuck around to amuse themselves. Teaching is surprisingly lonely. You’re in a room full of people all day, but they’re children that require help and decisions from you every second and it’s like… the opposite of being around a peer. It’s weird, but you start doing strange things to keep yourself functional.
I always teach my third graders the word “genre” is pronounced like Alex Trebek did. One of my call and responses is “here ye, here ye” and they have to say “long live the queen!”
Our PE teacher was a failed footballer.
So the arsehole made us do NOTHING BUT FOOTBALL for every fucking lesson.
Raining? Football inside the gym then!
I’d go in goal and just stand there letting in goals till he’d make me leave the lesson, happy days.
I think it was usually ‘Ready, steady, go’ and not ‘set’…
Genuinely*
American PE Leasons:
‘Ready! Set! OH MY GOD HE’S GOT A GUN!’
And they would be the only one laughing…
This alongside making you slow down at the start of the bleep test, only for you then go too slow and miss the beep. Good times.
Oh! how we larfed.
1970s school, we had two PE teachers one was an Ex royal marine the other an EX para.
3 mile cross country runs every week piece of pish.
inter school competition we would lay in wait in the woods, for the other schools kids,you can imagine what happened.
Edit: just remembered they both would run 10 miles into school everyday.
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PE teachers – the reason I have a lifelong hatred of sport and exercise.
For a specky dyspraxic kid, PE was a nightmare. Especially that bloody “pick a team” thing. Why the teacher couldn’t have just lined up up in rows, counted off 1,2,1,2 all the 1s in one team, all the 2s in another? Instead it was always the 2 teacher’s pets picking teams and that horrible humiliation of being last one picked. And then the PE teacher wondered why I dropped it the moment I could.
Is John Cleese the PE teacher? 🫢
Nah – teachers get bored and fuck around to amuse themselves. Teaching is surprisingly lonely. You’re in a room full of people all day, but they’re children that require help and decisions from you every second and it’s like… the opposite of being around a peer. It’s weird, but you start doing strange things to keep yourself functional.
I always teach my third graders the word “genre” is pronounced like Alex Trebek did. One of my call and responses is “here ye, here ye” and they have to say “long live the queen!”
Our PE teacher was a failed footballer.
So the arsehole made us do NOTHING BUT FOOTBALL for every fucking lesson.
Raining? Football inside the gym then!
I’d go in goal and just stand there letting in goals till he’d make me leave the lesson, happy days.
I think it was usually ‘Ready, steady, go’ and not ‘set’…
Genuinely*
American PE Leasons:
‘Ready! Set! OH MY GOD HE’S GOT A GUN!’
And they would be the only one laughing…
This alongside making you slow down at the start of the bleep test, only for you then go too slow and miss the beep. Good times.
Oh! how we larfed.
1970s school, we had two PE teachers one was an Ex royal marine the other an EX para.
3 mile cross country runs every week piece of pish.
inter school competition we would lay in wait in the woods, for the other schools kids,you can imagine what happened.
Edit: just remembered they both would run 10 miles into school everyday.
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