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What was your least favorite thing you had to do in gym class?

I really hated airforce (flag) football.

1) My gym teacher had us play it all the damn time it seemed.

2) I suck at running

3) I hate football

4) I think flags are stupid I want to knock people over.

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greenmountaingal · 70-79, F

I was not good at sports. Our school had a special punishment class you had to attend for a semester if they decided you were a klutz. You had to wear a special ugly and figure flaw revealing uniform that set you apart as one of the punished. You were given 5 minutes less time in the locker room to dress in this uniform and get to the special class. You had to run up a flight of stairs that were open metalwork so the other kids waiting to start their classes would crowd around the staircase and ridicule us awkward and chubby girls. They could reach through the metal and jab at our legs, trip us and in general humiliate and annoy us, all of this fully approved of by the sadistic teachers who glanced at the mayhem with small smiles of satisfaction. Upstairs, we had to do fast calesthenics and march like soldiers to music with the teacher singling some of us out for public scoldings; I got humiliated a lot.

I guess this is how schools encourage awkward unathletic children to learn to love sports and exercise.

Neurotoxin · 31-35, M

@greenmountaingal holy hell that is insanely cruel

greenmountaingal · 70-79, F

@Neurotoxin Yes, it was awful. Another fun thing about gym classes at John Burroughs Junior High School (I wanted to name the school here!), was the once a semester measuring and weighing sessions in which girls were made to strip to their underwear and march up on a stage, one by one. They'd shout your name into a bullhorn, and you'd have to walk up the stairs into the stage, get weighed and measured in your underwear in front of every girl in the school (hundreds). Then the lady doing the measuring and weighing shouted your weight and measurements across the stage and you had to cross the stage to exit, amidst the inevitable hoots and hollars. Sometimes the lady added her own personal comments about your body. It was 60 years ago when I (and every girl and PE teacher in the auditorium) heard her loud disgusted angry comment as I crossed that embarrassing stage with my head down: "Dreadful! Simply dreadful!" She had felt my lower back and pronounced the word "lordosis" contemptuously, then continued her disapproval as I crossed the stage. I was 12 years old and I would never feel confident about my body again. The amazing thing was that I was not overweight or deformed or anything like that. But I felt like a monster.