I figured out the secret to P.E. in school.
I just didn’t go. I skipped almost every gym class from 7th grade to senior year. I was able to talk my way out of getting an F somehow so I never got held back or anything despite literally never going for years at a time.
Yep. Same here. I’ve got a visual disability, which means I just can’t do things like ball sports. Which was all the PE teacher was really interested in doing. That and the cooper test. I also just don’t like sports in general. The teacher clearly wasn’t interested in trying to find something that worked with my disability.
Year one in high school, I stopped going three months in. Because it obviously wasn’t going to improve.
I basically took that hour to do homework, which was a much more productive use of my time.
Three years later we got a halfway decent PE teacher who was actually willing to at least TRY and accommodate my disability. Hand painted ping pong balls with a bright yellow marker to get me to try that, bought some new colored balls, etc. While it still wasn’t my thing, I was at least willing to try it since he put in the effort. We got along fine because of it.
As an adult though: I don’t do sports and it doesn’t interest me in the slightest.
Because I’m akward AF and have absolutely no hand-eye coordination. I dont believe in hell but if there is one its a never ending PE class for me. I always got picked last on every team I’d ever been on and the kids made fun of me.
Let me tell you a story, one that I don’t like sharing IRL.
One time my pe teacher started getting on my case about attendance again, so I decided to go (big mistake).
That day we were doing indoor sports and I had to do baseball. It was my turn at bat; swing one, two, three, I’m out, or so I thought. Then the teacher said the most cruel words I can remember in high school, “no outs. Keep swinging”. So there I stood, desperately trying to hit the fucking ball. Swing ten, swing fifteen. The whole class was laughing at me. Swing thirty, swing thirty five. “Come on its the same fucking pitch hit the ball loser”. Swing forty, swing sixty. Then finally, mercifully, I managed to somehow bunt the ball. I tried to just walk away but the teacher made me go to first base. I walked to first base basically in tears where they promptly tagged me with the ball and I walked off the field.
I think he didn’t want me to feel bad for striking out but it was so much worse. I didn’t go back to gym after that and the teacher never said anything again.
I’m also awful with hand eye condition (my bad eyes don’t help either) and always got picked last, really dislikes most ball sports for that reason, but I did enjoy when we did athletics, went running, climbing, hiking, cross country skiing etc. It was always a gamble what we were doing but often enough it was fun.
Which sports do you usually practice?
Or did you only play ball sports in PE?