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.

 Photo by Manu Pombrol on Flickr. All rights reserved.

16 comments:

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

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

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  3. This is great! I loved the honesty.

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

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

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  6. 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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  7. 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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  8. 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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  9. We were convinced Ms. Jones, our gym teacher, was a man!

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

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  11. 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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