I wonder how many people have been put off exercise by PE at school?
I have known a few who seemed this way of my generation at least.
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greenmountaingal · 70-79, F
I really started to laugh at this question! I learned to hate sports and exercise in those horrible draconian PE classes.
In Junior High School in the late 1950s, I got a low grade in PE because I wasn't good at volleyball. I was punished by being placed in a special remedial PE class where a teacher who had been a Marine drill sergeant during WWII yelled at us and humiliated us by making us March around the room and do calesthenics. We had to wear ugly uniforms that showed more of our bodies than the usual uniforms. Since we had to be in class five minutes before the other classes started, we had to run a gauntlet of the other girls shouting at us and sometimes tripping us or kicking at us as we ran down the path then up the stairs to our hated class.
There was a happy ending to this but it didn't come until I was in my early 30s. I nervously signed up for a racquetball class at my alma mater university at that time because I thought it might actually be a fun sport. I got a very good, non-sadistic PE teacher and she took a lot of time making me feel comfortable with the sport. She gave me a whole new perspective on sports and exercise.
In Junior High School in the late 1950s, I got a low grade in PE because I wasn't good at volleyball. I was punished by being placed in a special remedial PE class where a teacher who had been a Marine drill sergeant during WWII yelled at us and humiliated us by making us March around the room and do calesthenics. We had to wear ugly uniforms that showed more of our bodies than the usual uniforms. Since we had to be in class five minutes before the other classes started, we had to run a gauntlet of the other girls shouting at us and sometimes tripping us or kicking at us as we ran down the path then up the stairs to our hated class.
There was a happy ending to this but it didn't come until I was in my early 30s. I nervously signed up for a racquetball class at my alma mater university at that time because I thought it might actually be a fun sport. I got a very good, non-sadistic PE teacher and she took a lot of time making me feel comfortable with the sport. She gave me a whole new perspective on sports and exercise.