Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for February 29, 2016

Now I know why all those people are using the monkey bars in the al Qaeda videos.

Exactly how I felt.

I tasted a hot twinky once. Tasted just like asphalt. Can’t remember when I had eaten asphalt last.

Grew up in the 50s and 60s. I remember the rules, the girls couldn’t wear pants, unless it was below 30. This was Florida. Otherwise, it was skirts or dresses. But, they had to dress out for PE just like the boys. T-shirts and very short shorts….. I’m not complaining….. I still think that rule was created by some rather dirty old men.

I hate Gym class too.

Statesponsored terrorism!!

Gym scarred me for life

I was in h.s. in the early ’60’s and don’t recall any of the horrors depicted here. Most of the time, it was fun.

My gym teachers taught me very well: Exercise is boring, painful and humiliating. I have avoided it ever since.

I was once kept from gym class as a “punishment”. It felt morel like a reward.

I think every school has its quota of tough guy “shakedown” experts. Wonder what percentage of them ever amounted to anything in life? When you are 12 or 13, not athletic and wear thick glasses, life at school can be terrifying. These strips with Calvin and Moe are too realistic to be funny.

Since when does elementary school have “periods”?

Sadly i got a taste of asphalt just last winter. I got off lucky, though, just a small chip in a tooth and a couple stitches on my nose. When i started spitting out asphalt, though, i was afraid the damage was much worse.

Sports training is not physical education, and the rest of the school should not be subservient to it. Physical education is teaching students how the body they’re going to be in for the rest of their lives works, and how to take care of it. Nutrition, biology, yoga, tai chi, running, weights, etc. Not sports drills. if a select few want to do that, it should be a special class. And let them pay for the stadium with bake sales, not tax dollars.I might have been a half decent cross-country runner, but the only time I ever got to run around the field instead of doing sports drills was when my gym clothes were stolen out of my locker, and that’s how the coach punished me.

I was a chubby academic nerd and the only problem I had was my general lack of fitness. I attended school in a fairly enlightened district in upstate NY; the gym teachers were required to have a degree in education.

My gym teacher was a sadist,no exaggeration!he would throw a volleyball at your head if you did’nt run fast enough!He strapped a friend of mine near the end of the day for looking at the clock.He also doubled as the math teacher,and could nail you with a piece of chalk or the blackboard brush,or any thing else he could find with pinpoint accuracy! Did I mention this was grade 1-6 ?

Calvin still looks “weird”. Who is drawing him all of a sudden? Or are these re-runs from way-back-when?

Asphalt Twinkies? I guess this is what you have when you break the five second rule, huh?

Count me and my whole family – my wife and our two (now-grown) kids in the “We Still Hate Gym” club. In my later and wiser years I’ve thought that gym should have provided education on the different muscles in our bodies and how the calisthenics were helping to strengthen those muscles. Throw in a unit on good nutrition, too. Maybe more of us would have left school with some appreciation of the importance of physical fitness and eating right. (And please don’t reply to tell me what a radical idea I’m promoting – I know, I know.)

I had mixed feelings of P.E. It was either good or bad. Depending what we did.

xxx

Thus explaining why I took band!

PE can be pretty exhausting and overworking but I’ll go with him on this one.

Terrorism is everywhere, even at school.

Them who can’t do, teach. Them who can’t teach, teach gym.

And please accept that for what it is: a bit of tongue in cheek sarcasm. I’m an ESL teacher myself. No disrespect to educators, but so many gym teachers aren’t, really.

We had what was called ‘games period’. The tough-guy of the class (in Class IX) who had a cousin in a higher class ‘scheduled’ a fight with me one day on some little thing we disagreed on. After he called me names and imputed doubts on my family’s morals, something broke in me – when everything ended a couple of minutes later, he was on the ground, bleeding profusely from his nose, ears and mouth and I was trembling with rage and screaming. Took my friends 10 minutes to calm me down.

Final result – the guy, a habitual offender, was suspended (even his father, who knew me from kindergarten, asked me instead of him about what happened). His cousin, seeing the aftermath, decided his reputation was too valuable to risk on taking revenge! Never had bully trouble again!

I’d say that definition of gym class held true for me – so I launched my own guerilla war on it. Neither side won, we just ran out the clock.

what are wifebeaters?

while being watched over by the pe teacher?