#I hate my pe teacher

[jackass-jones]

Akihiko becoming a cop is something that simply doesn’t happen in the coma route cuz Shinji would see that shit and be like Aki what the actual hell is wrong with you

[zeeckz]

[vengeful4ever]

hot take but she's so gone from lemonade mouth is a transmasc anthem if you look at it the right way

[blu3b3rryblu3]

POV: Me after the teacher calls on me to answer 2+2

[iero]

my freshman year of high school, i turned in an entirely blank assignment for my health/gym class (it would be like tuesday-thursday classroom learning abt like stds and eating healthy or whatever, and then m-w-f actual gym) just to see what would happen and i got a 100 lmao. love a teacher who doesn’t give a fuck

So, is it a universal experience for y'all that most of your PE teachers just don't care? Because this definitely sounds like my PE teachers in school as well LMAO

[steelycunt]

they should invent an exercising for adults that doesn’t absolutely fucking suck

[a-decaying-nightlight]

fucking hate my elementary school PE teacher </3

[longagoitwastuesday]

Going through the Utahim.e tag had me checking several times if at some point I had clicked on the G.ojo/Utahim.e one instead

[youjustwaitsunshine]

thinking about ballet class and like my parents literally paid some lady for 10 straight years so i could go and get bodyshamed once a week lol

[mxwhore]

patron saint of being hot

and a lot of skill and really interesting anecdotes about your life and having professors that give me second hand anxiety bc they seem kinda awful and mean. But mainly just being hot

ty! admittedly my professors are not that bad, ive only had one bad professor that was more incompetent that awful. if you want another anecdote, ill tell you about the only teacher i truly despise to this day (on the tags, cuz its a very dark story)

ask gamerino

[schoenht]

I’m taking a semester of gym to finish out my pe credits and tell me why my teacher had us out on the track when it was 91 feels like 101 with full sun, made us go back in and do sprints, and then walk the field house until dismissal. There is no ac.-🧃

just came back from a day's worth of doing paperwork and reading a LOT of manhwa and pining over cheng xiaoshi my malewife and it took me a second to comprehend. excuse me. what in the fuck. 91 DEGREES. FULL SUN. NAHHHHHHHHH sue

[crescentmp3]

playing chess while the zombie part from avm note blocks universe plays in my head is surely an experience.

[cemetery-blooms]

stalking my old high school just to see one of the teachers evolved into a diva okayyyyy mr hammond i see u

[foldingfittedsheets]

I always forget this wasn’t a thing everywhere but my high school had a fun and innovative way to torment us in PE. They got heart rate monitors. It was this awful strap that went under the bra line and paired to a watch. The first day was great cause we got to set our resting heart rate. We did this by laying in a dark room and napping.

But then once a week we’d have to strap on these monitors and go running. The monitors were old tech and didn’t always pick up your heartbeat, so you’d have to use cold water between it and your skin to get a better connection, gods know why. Warm water never worked. After the day our watches would be collected and our efforts recorded.

The idea was that if your heart beat too fast you were supposed to stop, and if it was too slow you’d speed up. In practice this was ridiculous, staying in the green zone all class was ridiculously difficult.

Even people like me who were stubbornly resistant to running the mile couldn’t stand the horrific constant beeping and made attempts to placate the reviled machine. It was always fairly miserable. I had PE first thing in the chilly morning, dashing cold water on my skin before running around half awake was the low point of my week.

But for some unknown reason, the teacher insisted that no play could happen on these days. We were given the freedom to run all over campus but woe betide us if we tried to make a game that actually made this enjoyable.

We’d initiate games of tag only to get yelled at for not just… running. Any kind of play was forbidden. On one memorable occasion someone got a kickball and we started an impromptu soccer game with it.

If someone’s heart rate got too high they’d drop to their knees to wait out the shrieking of their watch so an extra element was added to the game of trying to win without going too hard. I remember being absolutely delighted, the thrill of that game still lives in my heart, hoping I could score a goal before my heartbeat betrayed me to the hated watch.

When the PE teacher found us we were soundly scolded and the ball was confiscated. Our happiness burst like a soap bubble and we turned our back to the enchantment of the green field and resumed slogging along in a grey haze as expected.

[undyinglantern]

tall people will be the first to tell you that height isn’t what’s important but I really prefer these panels’ take because they’re, by far, the more honest (and realistic) one

[does-it-please-you-shalori]

We had a religious fanatic of a chem teacher who made us read prayers and I STILL hated PE more

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