Uhm I don't mean to drag or expose you but aren't you the same member that was forced to dance to Madonna because your PE teacher was gay. Then I think you tried to shade him because he didn't like you and he dragged you. Was that you?
I've never had a gay PE teacher, so I don't think that's me. We did do a dance number to Madonna in my dance class this past year, and it wasn't even my suggestion (We did Material Girl; I would've chosen something from Music or Confessions).
I currently have to do it 5 times a fortnight. Most of my lessons are first period so I end up skiving them. My low attendance to PE has actually been brought up in various meetings
I punch myself in the face so I can get a nose bleed and spend 15 minutes of the lesson in the bathroom.
It's so awkward like I so don't fit in. It'd be bad enough if I was just gay but being a trans girl in a boys PE lesson is just
Not in High School, I only had to take P.E. one year and would throw on my sweatpants from my locker over my clothes on the bleachers and that'd count as dressing in P.E. uniform.
But in Middle School I had a few moments.
In 6th grade, mid-year I moved to a new school. They were doing a Basketball Tournament in P.E. with teams against each other. I was placed on this athletic af team with these jockish boys since 1 was absent. I couldn't play at all. I was missing shots, bumping into people, getting the ball stole. They threw me off the team after about 10 minutes. It was so EMBARRASSING.
In 7th grade I think, walking out the gym room the boys were pance'ing people. One pulled my P.E. shorts down all the way, and my underwear was just there infront of like 20 people. And they died. It was horrible, but it happen to like 15 other people that period too so they forgot immediately after.
Those were the cringe experiences, other than that, nothing too bad happened. I was pretty good at all the other things.
Freshman year of high school these straights threw snow balls at me while I was waiting to change in the locker room. They were fat though so I won in the long run.
i didn't mind PE for the most part except in my sophomore year, because my gym teacher hated me for no reason. he always picked on me and tried to force me run a mile three times a week or else he'd give me a referral (???) so that was annoying. i also hated the pacer test. but other than that it wasn't that bad and i'm not even athletic at all
except gym locker rooms seem to make guys 10x more annoying for some reason but that wasn't a big deal
At my school, you don't take gym if you do a sport or something through the school. So all year I was the only person in my gym class. I basically just ran every class, all class. Sometimes both my teacher and I would skip.
We had collective locker rooms the first three years at my high school. But everyone was like 13/14/15 at that time and I wasn't really paying attention to boys. Ain't no 13 year old prepubescent boy have hairy ass legs at the age of 13.
Then junior & senior came and they rebuilt our gym. We had separate changing rooms & showers from then on and I was bummed because there was this gorgeous guy in my class and he had a fantastic muscular body and he also had hairy legs.
It was horrifying, especially freshmen year. I was terrible, mocked, and most of the guys thought I was staring at them all the time when I wasn't because I simply didn't care to stare. The locker rooms were another mess; they made a petition to keep me out because I was gay even though I was the ONLY person who only went there to change while their mess asses messed around and acted ridiculous. I eventually started changing in the nurse's office, but still had to go.
Sophomore year, I started taking dance & yoga classes as gym credits instead of athletic gym. I'm not any more flexible, and I'm not a good dancer (and I still haven't become one going into my senior year), but it beats gym.
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Once a week, we went to the fitness room to do some cardio & use the workout machines, and the boys in my class always used that as an excuse to take off their shirts. I genuinely wasn't interested, but a couple of the more tormenting ones tried to mock/taunt me with that, which was just weird to me because I genuinely had no interest in staring at them.
The only guys I ever wanted to stare at were the ones on the swim team, because some of them were fine af, but I never did just stare. Only ever caught a glance or two passing by the pool.
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And these tales are just high school. Middle school was a different story. That was HORRID. That's when bullying was physical, and the mocking was the worst. But I think I've sufficiently blocked out a large amount of time from middle school, so I can't remember TOO much, and I don't care to.
I do remember one time in 6th grade, I was late to class, and as I snuck in through the locker room door someone yelled "HE'S COMING OUT OF THE CLOSET!" and I swiftly turned back and ran to hide in a bathroom for the rest of the period.
And I was always tackled (well, more like shoved, and subsequently injured) during football despite us playing with flags you tear off to represent a tackle.
At my school, you don't take gym if you do a sport or something through the school. So all year I was the only person in my gym class. I basically just ran every class, all class. Sometimes both my teacher and I would skip.
i'm done.
I basically just ran every class, all class. Sometimes both my teacher and I would skip.
