Fond memories of gym class (we didn’t call it PE) with Mr. Hagerman. We played a variation of dodgeball called animal ball - the last 5 or so that were left standing were allowed to chase people down and cram the ball down their throats. I had good hands for a fat kid and could catch well, so I often survived to that level - but wasn’t so good at avoiding the cram shot.
Mr. Hagerman called us all “fuzz nuts” and let boys fight in the locker room if they wanted to take their aggressions out (he supplied boxing gloves). He wouldn’t last long today, I suspect.
Nope. My P.E. teacher had pictures of fat chicks. Always made jokes about how we were going to marry them when we're grown up. Like you said, he wouldn't last long today, lol.