I hate/ hated gym class.

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I didn't mind gym class so much, except when it came to team sports. That I hated, because whenever someone would pick out people to be on their team, I'd almost always be one of the people that got picked last. Plus I tended to suck at basketball, football and anything else that involved a ball, so no one would give the ball to me. I felt like an incompetant whenever that happened.

^^^ Touching sweaty people *shudders*
At least you don't have to do it anymore

Yes, I didn't mind. I like to win. Very few things in life have a clear winner and loser like sports. It takes away the confusion and sets a time limit. I didn't care when we would do some sport that was co-ed participation. Everything would change towards impressing the opposite sex. It took away a lot of the fun of just running around and being a kid. Plus, you could hardly throw a ball or whatever the way you normally did without about killing her.

hi Glider...

I hated gym class though it's called PE here.

I was one of those kids who 'accidentally' forgot their kit so I wouldn't have to join in anything that had to do with being in a group? Trouble was, the teachers got wise and had you do PE in your underwear which, when you were ten or so, was a little embarrassing for both boys and girls!

So I hated gym class...

Wow, if a teacher made a student wear just their underwear in gym class where I live, they would be in all kinds of trouble.

Wow, in your skivvies?

If a gym teacher made a kid do something as such where I am,
they would likely be:

1.} On a sex offender's list

2.} Since the people who hire faculty here in Portland
don't really care about students, said gym teacher
would simply be transferred to another school.

3.} And of course, likely brought up on charges...

Some years I hated gym class.. while others I loved it. In highschool I didn't like it.. even though out of the hundreds of people, I came in second place during the mile run. I had dedication and was athletic. I don't feel pain as quick as others ... so one day we did push ups in gym class.. it went on for almost the entire class of doing push ups and it was down to me and this one other kid .. I couldn't move my arms after that so he was the last .. but I felt like a winner by doing that. It took a good half hour until I was able to move my arms .. lol

Back in high school, I helped the baseball coach bait for gophers in the baseball diamond and my freshman PE coach was also the freshman football coach and I served as the equipment manager for the football team. It wasn't bad actually.

Hello again...

I thought I should add this, because of the above observations from Kraichgauer, AnonymousAnonymous and Glider18...

We should remember that this happened back in the 1970's... a time that I fondly remember for being able to play uninhibited outdoors without the knowledge/fear of strangers/weirdos etc...

Therefore, the situation of doing PE in underwear (as a punishment) was not considered odd (by society) and it happened a lot I remember. How times have changed. I can see how this innocent situation nowadays could be misinterpreted amid the paranoia that exists in our cultures.

For example, if that happened today, I would never think that the instructor was some kind of sexual deviant simply because he opted for that kind of punishment. See how different it is now? How we are softly coerced by the media into imagining all kinds of worst-case scenarios due to the fact that pedophilia is the most hated crime and will always sell newspapers.

I'm cynical but practical with it. I wouldn't waste time here by writing about it if I didn't think it was worth it.

The only other observation I might make is that in the US, maybe alarm bells (for that situation) would ring more loudly than here due to cultural differences and, that's an observation and not a criticism.

Thank you for explaining about the years this happened Squonk. Times have changed a lot since then. I can think of things teachers did when I was in school that you couldn't get by with today. In the early 1970s there was a teacher that used to pull students aside by their hair, for example.

God how I hated gym classes. I admit that I even got myself a fake medical record so as to prove that I was unfit to do PE so I spent the last 2 years of high school skipping those classes. I was and I am still rather clumsy, I can't catch a ball to save my life and I was never a team player anyway.
Now I think about it, I remember that when I was still in elementary school, I used to lie awake in bed and think about the horrors that awaited me in the gym the next day when I had a PE class. I am so very thankful that it's over and I will never again have to even look at a balance beam.

PE class came mandatory with Health class during my 9th and 10th grade years (every other day was PE). I was 6'1" when I was in 9th grade. Because of my height and slender build, and by the fact that my father had been an all-star athlete at that school, I was originally expected by the school to be an athlete too. Thankfully, my parents never put pressure on me to pursue athletics.

Most of our PE classes was my dreaded sport of basketball---I was absolutely lousy at it. I couldn't even make lay-ups right. I had to stop first before jumping up to try to make a basket---which often times didn't go in.

This was co-ed PE. And our teacher always divided our teams up in "Shirts" and "Skins." The first day of PE where this happened I was trying to figure out what this meant. Two teacher selected captains began taking turns picking us for their teams. I was one of the last to be selected (as almost usual). Mr. X looked at us and pointed to the other team and said, "You are the shirts." That team went out onto the court and began dribbling the basketball. Mr. X looked at the team I was on and said, "You are the skins." I felt a swarm of butterflies in my stomach when I learned what that meant---the guys started taking off their shirts. I didn't feel comfortable doing that. I was very skinny and I was self-conscious---partly because of one side of my sternum that stuck out noticeably more than the other side. I stood frozen. Mr. X yelled at me, and I took my shirt off.

Every time we played basketball (and it was most PE days) I was on the "Skins." I couldn't figure it out. It made me mad. I got to where I would throw my white PE shirt at the wall and yell, "Skins again of course!" When Mr. X did allow us to play something else, it was often wrestling.

Then, near the end of the period, it was off to the mandatory shower room with the multi-headed shower pole. We all had to stand around it with no privacy. And Mr. X would watch us from the entrance of the shower room. I began to wonder about if he got pleasure out of this.

I often went to the golf course to play 9 holes on weekends. One time as I was on the first hole by myself, I saw Mr. X on the second green. He was looking at me. And as I teed off of the second hole, he remained on the second green instead of going on to the third hole's tee off. All I could do was play onto the green. Mr. X said, "Play along with me." So I had a very awkward round of golf with him. Though I have blocked out his conversations with me, I remember there were some strange things he said to me. I just can't remember what they were, but I can remember feeling a bit bothered by it.