The typical phys ed teacher, we would play dodge ball most of the time on the high school basketball court which was separated by a make shift wall, to keep the boys separated from the girls.
The typical phys ed teacher, we would play dodge ball most of the time on the high school basketball court which was separated by a make shift wall, to keep the boys separated from the girls.
I once got a 2 minute penalty for high sticking while playing floor hockey in gym class. It was so traumatic.
I enjoyed gym class and still like to exercise.
Wah...wah...wah...get over yourselves...sheesh
I know if I’d had to share the locker and shower room with boys back in the 50’s and 60’s, gym class, and school as a whole would have negatively impacted my teenage years, and probably my adult lifestyle. Liberals want to negatively impact the lives of as many teenage girl as they can.
EVERYBODY is a victim of something or other.
Get over it and get on with living.
Showered every day after gym naked in the locker room. And this was JUNIOR high school,
My HS years were more memorable. The locker room custodian handed out towels. He was a very nice Hispanic fellow, it struck me that he raised a family from this job.
Like many, he enjoyed bowling in a league with his wife, a very sweet lady. I kept score at the local bowling alley, and kept score for his team throughout my HS years (68-72).
my favorite memories were the USMC physical fitness program/Obstacle Course
we even made pugil-sticks wi boxing gloves on the ends, strictly voluntary...
What a cake life you’re having if this is even remotely a consideration.
I got my ass snapped with a towel a couple of times but somehow survived and went on to run 10Ks and bike over 3000 miles a year.
Dodge ball, also affectionately known as Smear the Queer. Man, I miss the good ol’ days.
I would say there probably is a grain of truth to that. In the third grade we once had to learn how to play basketball. The boys who had older brothers would throw the ball at my shins. Of course it fouled out.
It took some time to understand why. To this day I still really hate basketball.
In junior high school gym class, once a semester we had a dance class, none of the girls would dance with me, so I played the record player. Yes I can dance and enjoy it.
No one remembers the mandatory jock strap your mother bought for you?
I played Bonbardment.
I recall 2nd Grade Gym, where the boys were told to climb a long, heavy, twisted rope. It hung from ceiling down to about 2 feet from the floor. I didn’t think I could climb, but, I figured there was no other way out than to do it, and I did, faster than expected!
Then, came the need to come down, and give the rope to the next in line.
Only thing is, once I got up there, I began to swing to and fro like a chime in a Grandfather Clock. The teacher had to hold the rope still, or try to, until the momentum stopped.
All the kids were amused to see Mr. (I can’t recall name) skittering back and forth, to still the rope. His gym shoes squeaked loudly on the varnished wood floors. I probably laughed too.
For the rest of the semester, he assumed I was a “Wise Guy” who was “swingin’ like Tarzan’ on purpose.
I stopped trying to say I had no control of it. “Whatever!”
Gym was hell on earth. Once, a guy took me to a line dancing class on a first (only) date. After about three minutes I left; it was too much like gym class.