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P.E was just another word for fucking Torture as far as I was concerned. Hated it. Who in their right mind gives a bunch of vicious teenaged girls wooden sticks and says have at it on the hockey field?
Nope, hated it. Hated it. Hated the changing rooms, hated pratting about in stupid little gym skirts (or worse P.E knickers for some exercises) showing my legs (made worse by fact I had very bad eczema: when you have bad eczema as a kid you really want to reduce the amount of skin that's visible!). hated the smell of sweat and feet in the P.E hall when doing floor exercises. hated running and jumping and having to 'perform' in front of a bunch of laughing bitches. hated the whole 'team choosing' exercise that always left one or two kids unchosen and assigned to a team who were grudging at best in their acceptance of them. hated the teachers who thought everyone should be as enthusiastic as them about running about in the freezing cold in little skirts and t-shirts.
Have I adequately conveyed how much I hated P.E and Games?
Occassionally we got to do something fun, like trampolining, javelin or shotputt. But I'd say out of my entire schoollife I probably enjoyed maybe five or six sessions in total.
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