We always had separate health teachers, so that's no excuse for him. He also got mad at me when I broke my collar bone and had a note from my doctor excusing me from gym. "Fine! Go sit on the bleachers!" And then he wouldn't let my friend go to the nurse despite getting slammed on the hand with a hockey stick. It ended up that her finger was broken. Not to mention all the creepy stretching exercises (we didn't have uniforms in elementary school, so if you forgot and wore a skirt........) Yeah, he was a jerk. But my cousin is going to Keene to be a gym teacher, so maybe there'll be a new breed that actually enjoys their job. I also had the stereotypical gay music teacher. We were always forced to sing an octave higher than necessary.
Good times in Wallyworld, CT (that's Wallingford to you outsiders).
