tedgresham said:
They said, "you be the quarterback. I'll toss the ball and you run with it." I said ok. I stood there, the guy snapped the ball, and the minute I grabbed it both ******* teams piled on me. I was crushed, humiliated, and physically hurt. The whole class and the coaches as well thought it was just one big funny joke to play on the 'looser.'
God, what a bunch of dicks.
I always found sports/PE seemed to attract those kinds of people though. I was unfit back when I was really young and I always thought the teaching ethos was crap - there was no encouragement to help students who weren't already into the activities lose weight and really enjoy participating.
The PE teachers would just treat me like a lost cause. There was no "If you work out like this you will get fit" or "You will be able to do this if you practice" just "Oh, don't bother, you're fat and useless."
Now that I've changed my body shape and fitness pretty radically, it astonishes me that they never tried to instill the sort of enjoyment I now get from exercise. I had to do that myself.
I find it kind of amusing that people frequently kick up a fuss about "elitism" in academic fields, yet no one ever mentions that absolutely no effort is made to engage with everyone equally in sports education.
Anyway, enough about PE in schools, back to my humilations!
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Secondary school was pretty much one huge humiliation to me. I had gangs of violent bullies picking on me, legions of girls who would maliciously try to destroy my self esteem (they kind of succeeded) and jerks of all shapes and sizes that'd prod me in between.
I've mostly talked about this before, but the ones that really stand out in my mind are mostly to do with the girls. They just made me feel totally unlovable sometimes.
I had this girl hug me out of the blue, then shout "EWWW!" and start taking the mickey out of me in front of all her friends. That hurt quite a lot.
I once had this effeminate guy (turns out he's officially gay now) follow me into the school toilet block and start shrieking loudly to impress the girls outside (I remember feeling a weird kind of shock when that happened, like I just went all cold. I wanted to hit him, but it was like I was so surprised and humiliated that I couldn't).
Then I had girls calling me gay, ugly, etc. etc. To be honest, I don't even know why they did. I'm definitely not ugly, I know now if I didn't at the time. I just don't get why they'd want to make someone feel so bad for reasons that have no basis in reality.
I had several girls say stuff like "Would you go out with me?" in a sort of quizzical, not literal, manner. I always said "Maybe", because then they couldn't turn it back on me so easily, though some of them even managed to hurt me with that answer.
I overheard one of my best friends viciously ripping at me verbally with someone, so that was like an ice dagger to the heart. The dick has no clue I heard him mocking me to this day.
I had someone shoot a fire extinguisher into my face, then laugh as I fell down some stairs afterwards. I heard him boasting about it later in the reception area. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately?) people were around, because I was right behind him at the time and I would have quite happily been able to beat the living honeysuckle out of him before he could do anything had they not been watching.
Then there were whole other bunches of people I actually did hit in the end
So...school. "Happiest days of your life", lol
When I got to Uni, I was amazed at how much more intelligent, friendly and mature everyone was. It was a total breath of fresh air.