Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Mr. Mason

Mr. Mason was the only gym teacher I ever had. Until grade six, our regular teachers did the job, herding us all outside to play kickball or something, but in grade six they handed us off to Mr. Mason, who made us change into shorts—no matter the season—and run laps. In grade seven, he started teaching us all about sex and health. In grade eight, I asked him why the skin on my feet was peeling so much. He laughed and said I was probably going to die. And I decided not to take gym in grade nine.

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Posted by Roy Schulze at 4:14 PM
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16 comments:

  1. Roy SchulzeApril 29, 2012 at 10:13 AM

    Added to Magpie Tales—115.

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  2. R. Burnett BakerApril 29, 2012 at 10:20 AM

    Love your sly sense of humor!

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  3. JJ Roa RodriguezApril 29, 2012 at 10:23 AM

    that's funny!.. :-)

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  4. Laurel's QuillApril 29, 2012 at 10:36 AM

    Those gym teachers were their own breed. Good decision. Nice take.

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  5. Kathe W.April 29, 2012 at 12:03 PM

    well he was mean. Probably hated his job! Good decision on your part!

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  6. GailApril 29, 2012 at 12:49 PM

    This is great! I loved the honesty.

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  7. MaggieApril 29, 2012 at 12:55 PM

    Ick. Gym teachers.

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  8. Little NellApril 29, 2012 at 3:47 PM

    So off he went and invented the Mason jar to pickle children who wriggled out of gym class? :)

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  9. Tess KincaidApril 29, 2012 at 4:10 PM

    That's funny because I had a gym teacher named Miss Ball...

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  10. Brian MillerApril 29, 2012 at 7:17 PM

    those shorts were horrendous too....and mr meredith, our gym teacher, told us football jokes during sex ed...that were rather scarring honestly...

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  11. UnknownApril 30, 2012 at 2:38 AM

    fun write. Love the guys name is mason. It's funny, I was trying to remember what those jars were called and just couldn't recall it, then bang, instant recall reading your piece. Great job. thanks

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  12. HelenApril 30, 2012 at 2:32 PM

    Great Mag! My Mr. Mason was Miss Wortman ~ the daughter of a mafia crime boss in E. St. Louis IL ~ no kidding. We were a little terrified of her.

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  13. MargaretApril 30, 2012 at 9:14 PM

    We were convinced Ms. Jones, our gym teacher, was a man!

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  14. Silent Otto May 1, 2012 at 9:35 AM

    "this is life, nobody gets out alive "- great yarn

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  15. zongrikMay 5, 2012 at 5:28 PM

    Mr. Mason -> toooooo funneee

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    verification makes it really hard to comment. you'd get more comments if you turned it off. i had to do this several times to get it to work.

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