I hate/ hated gym class.

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Well I never called it "gym", but yeah, I know what you're referring to and it's pure evil. I am extremely glad I no longer have to take part.

Gym class wasn't really all that big of a deal. I wasn't the best but I was good enough to stick around. I got bullied a little but whatever. I still held my ground.

Thanks for all your replies so far. It sounds like most of us hated P.E. class. When I went to college we had to take mandatory P.E. classes for credit. I got my credits in Caving and Bowling.

I hated the high jump because I could rarely clear the crossbar.

I hated the shot put because my hands smelled of iron afterwards.

I hated swim class because our teacher was a sadist, and also they put way too much chlorine in our pool.

Gym, grade 10, forced credit.
One of my seven most memorable high school beatings. Yeah. I hated it.
(There were other conflicts in Gym, but that is the most memorable horror.)

To say that I absolutely despised P.E. would be an understatement.
Back in school, I was a butter ball with poor muscle tone, and in true Aspie form, I lacked any athletic skill or coordination. Classes almost always focused on sports like football or softball, or floor hockey (well, okay, floor hockey was a little fun) in which only the jocks (most of whom I hated) really excelled in. And other than being teased and picked on by those dicks, the gym teachers, though well meaning, only served to make it worse. In running the track, one teacher had told the class that he had expected the boys to make better time than the girls..."except for Bill." With those three words, he had emasculated me worse than any a**hole jock ever had . Another time trying to play softball, I was up to bat - - and I couldn't hit the damn bell. The proper thing to have done would have been to let me strike out, and go back to the back of the line with a few shreds of my dignity intact. Instead, the gym teacher kept saying, "No, I heard it nick the bat... No, I heard it nick the bat..." No, he hadn't - I hadn't even come close to hitting that damn ball. While I know he meant well, I had ended up standing there, swinging like a windmill at a ball I was never going to hit, feeling more and more humiliated. And one time while my class was playing touch football, a friend (who was no more athletic than me) and I a couple times wandered off, and hung out with the stoners. It was only in my college years that I found I enjoyed weight training classes - I didn't have to compete (badly) against anyone else, and other than pushing around weights, there was little athletic acumen involved.

-Bill, otherwise known as Kraichgauer

I didn't mind gym class. I liked all indoor PE lessons. It was outdoor PE what I hated, especially at the big school when we had to play hockey and netball, because they were team games, which I hated the most. I was just as bad as team games than I was at maths. I could never catch the ball, I could never pass the ball, and worst of all, I never even knew how to actually play the game really. The only thing what surprised me was I was never picked last for the teams.

But the worst game of all was rounders. I knew the rules, but I still got confused because the batter had to figure out whether it was a ball or no ball, and I never knew whether to run or not because sometimes you were allowed to run at a no ball and other times you weren't. And the rest of the team used to go mad at me because I got in a muddle and made the team lose. I felt embarrassed and worthless.

But indoor PE was easy, like gym, because we didn't play team games. We usually got into partners and done little activities like that, which I didn't mind because I usually had a partner.

I just plain hated gym class. Apart from bad coordination and overall shape and some overweight it was mostly due to the fact that I cannto pick things up that are merely shown to me rather than commented on verbally.

Our teachers would usually pick one of the better-performing student and have him/her perform a certain move/throw/whatever in front of the class, then expect the rest of us to pick up how to do it and to imitate the sequence in perfection.

I was always watching intently because I knew I was supposed to learn something, but after the demonstration everyone else started repeating the thing and I was just like "Yeah great, he threw a ball. With his right hand. Overhead. So how is this different from the other three righthanded overhead ball-throws the teacher had demonstrated to us earlier?"

If the move was explained in words though, I would usually pick up at least the key components, but for some reason or other our teachers were much more into the "watch and learn"-thing... *shrug*

From grades K-8, I HATED gym class with a passion, got ridiculed once for saying so.

Reasons?
1.} I was the fat kid.

2.} The gym teachers were absolute dicks...one now is an actual teacher, in a classroom at the
same school where my mom teaches, next door to her. Ironically, said teacher used to
be the gym teacher at the same school where my mom teaches.

3.} I was usually the second-to-last, or the last one picked for a team.

4.} I was, at age 10, forced to join a basketball team. My objections
fell on deaf ears.

Glad I didn't have to do gym class for my high school years, BUT had to keep fit anyhow.
I didn't make the cut for both my alma mater's basketball and track teams, and am glad about it.

I did have my problems with Gym but I made A`s all 3 years of it in high-school. I had to take it 2 years but I decided to take it my senior year because it was fairly easy. I did have my problems as I mentioned earlier here but I never 1ce got homework in it & I got an A for having my gym cloths with me & my coaches couldn't really force me to participate because of my vision. I sort of stood around when he did sports stuff. It was a catholic school & we had church every 2 weeks or so & on days we did that or had other stuff going on; the classes were shorter so we didn't do anything in gym those days except for maybe picking up chairs & cleaning up the gym because we had mass & stuff in there. I had resource accommodation because of my dyslexia & when I needed more extra time on test; I was able to miss gym.

I never grasped how to "dribble" anything whether it be a soccer ball or basketball.

I wouldn't do it. I would just sit on the side and refuse to play. Then they'd send me to the principal's office, where they'd either lecture me or let me sit there until it was over.

Thank you all for posting and sharing your thoughts/experiences with P.E. class. It sounds like most of us have had the same feelings about this class in school. I can still feel that feeling of dread when the bell rang dismissing us from class in order to go to the gym to begin P.E.---ugh. I enjoy (in a sympathetic way) reading the posts here. I think most of us can relate to each other here.

I would only do the bare minimum. And then the sex education part, what a howl. Who in the Hell thinks a gym teacher is qualified to talk about sex?