My last P.E lesson was a few weeks ago, and, despite dreading the lesson since I was a scrawny year 7, I actually looked back on it with a little sadness. I stress a *little*. I think in my last year I started to enjoy it more. I was never the athletic type, even though I was not overweight or anything, just skinny. In my last year the groups were sorted differently, and by that year the horrible PE teachers didn't really care, so I joined others like me. About 5 of us in the group played every football match with our heads held high as we attempted to hit the ball with our foot. We didn't take it seriously like all the other people, who thought winning meant that you could survive another week as if we were playing Aztec football. We joked around a lot and it was a much better year.
I've always thought that PE was a good subject to be useless in, as the subject was useless in my eyes. I was much more focused on more academic subjects. For that reason, I kind of shrugged off that bitterness of PE lessons, knowing someday I will surpass these horrible PE teacher's salary five times over in the future.