Because most people who were gym teachers in those days were the jocks and failed athletes who had nothing else going for them but their past glories and insecurities to sustain them. They look at the weak kids and are reminded that it is kids like these who are now their bosses, movers and shakers. The same kids they gave wedgies to and pantsed in front of the girls because they are smaller and weaker are the same ones who now control their lives. Gym teachers of yore were bitter ex-jocks who couldn't cope with no longer being the popular and fear-inducing figures they once were. They take out their failings on those whom they used to torment for fear that traits like compassion and pity would be misconstrued as fruity or gay. Then they dragged their sorry, balding, overweight bodies back to the trailers where their high school sweethearts (usually the prom queen) smoked their Marlboros and cooked spaghetti over a dimly lit fire while four unplanned children run around her feet in various stages of cleanliness and disrobing. Her girth and stained teeth are constant reminders that they are no longer the two they used to be as they settle into the uncomfortable evening of bland food, blander conversation and American Idol. After the kids are put to bed she goes to sleep watching E! while he surfs child porn on his computer, trying in vain to recapture his youth.[/QUOTE]
Because most people who were gym teachers in those days were the jocks and failed athletes who had nothing else going for them but their past glories and insecurities to sustain them. They look at the weak kids and are reminded that it is kids like these who are now their bosses, movers and shakers. The same kids they gave wedgies to and pantsed in front of the girls because they are smaller and weaker are the same ones who now control their lives. Gym teachers of yore were bitter ex-jocks who couldn't cope with no longer being the popular and fear-inducing figures they once were. They take out their failings on those whom they used to torment for fear that traits like compassion and pity would be misconstrued as fruity or gay. Then they dragged their sorry, balding, overweight bodies back to the trailers where their high school sweethearts (usually the prom queen) smoked their Marlboros and cooked spaghetti over a dimly lit fire while four unplanned children run around her feet in various stages of cleanliness and disrobing. Her girth and stained teeth are constant reminders that they are no longer the two they used to be as they settle into the uncomfortable evening of bland food, blander conversation and American Idol. After the kids are put to bed she goes to sleep watching E! while he surfs child porn on his computer, trying in vain to recapture his youth.[/QUOTE]
The reason this stereotype exists is because those who go to college on a sports scholarship FOR THE MOST PART pick majors that are easy to get by in. Physical sciences is one of these majors. So they get used up by the college, can't make it pro in whatever sport and come back to their home depresses, disillusioned and with no discernible skills other than their former physical prowess and UG Phys Ed degree. In Nebraska the players come back and sell real estate.
In a way you're right. A lot of kids CAN, they just haven't had been properly prepared or don't want to. It's the same in academics. They're not receiving proper instruction, they're apathetic, or they just need it explained in a different way. This test is a good way of recognizing another type of skill, and it promotes a well-rounded lifestyle in that way. I wasn't a fan of the test, partially because we never really prepared for it. They just sprung it on us. But if some kids dedicate themselves to that level of fitness and maintain it even when they're not in a P.E. class, then hell yes, recognize them.
wtf lady? I'm not disabled!Dude, if you played football as an offensive guard, you would have been king of the school. Everyone loves the football fat guys.Ahh... high school sports, how I loathed thee.
I'm a fat guy. When I was a kid, I was a fat kid. worse, aside from being fat, I'm also very big. 6 foot even and very wide at the shoulders, even without the fat I'd be a big guy.
I actually liked PE, because we'd mostly just play basketball, and I liked basketball. But whenever these fitness things would come up, I always hated them. There was no way I'd be able to do a pullup, sit-ups I was done with at the 10 count, and running? Yeah, more like a brisk walk.
But none of this humiliated me. I did my thing, did what I could do, and was done. What did humiliate me, though, was during some week long physical fitness thing.
I don't know if it's standard, or a Florida only thing, or just unique to the school I went to, but there was a week of physical events that we had to compete in. You'd sign up for different olympic-style events (shot put, relay, different length races, etc) and compete in the ones you signed up for. You had to sign up for at least two in order to get a passing grade.
The coach, an older woman, then informed the class that some students who weren't physically able wouldn't be required to do more than the shot put. She gave a kid with muscular dystrophy as an example, explaining that she wouldn't force someone with a disability to compete. She then called on each kid, so they would announce what they were signing up for, and she'd write it down. When she got to me, she announced that I was one of those special cases, and I didn't have to compete in anything other than the shot put if I didn't want to.
I signed up for everything. Oh god I hated it. That was a terrible week.
