My School report by my (Ex British and Irish Lions rugby player) PE teacher basically said :
"Last term, I thought he'd hit rock bottom, But this season, to my surprise, he's started to dig"
My parents used to look at the PE and needlework sections of my school report for a big laugh, my mother in particular used to laugh at the needlework teacher because she'd been so disappointed in this - supposedly - young and modern teacher who taught me to do things the way my mum had been taught by an
Edwardian needlework teacher. Mum had been excited to think that I might be taught how to insert invisible zips and other modern techniques, then I would share with her ... oh my was she disappointed! '
If I got 'must try harder' or 'she often appears bored in class' for Latin or History in my school reports, then I was told off, but asked why.
If I got 'inattentive', 'thinks she knows best', 'insubordinate', 'lazy', 'makes no effort to exert herself' and other even more damning comments for games or needlework, they just laughed and said they didn't blame me, not to bother about it but trying to deliberately annoy the teachers was really a bit silly, better to just keep quiet and agree with whatever the teacher said.
Some few years later, my dad (who was a headmaster himself) got pally with the boy's former head of sports who'd become a County Advisor, and he told me that Mr B had despaired over the girl's sports at my school, as the girls were offered nothing but the most traditional of team games, and nothing he could say or do influenced the girls PE teachers in any way. He also told my dad that seeing so many clearly-unhappy girls in PE was one of the reasons he decided to move his career onwards from teaching and become an advisor/inspector, so that he
could have some influence and control over the very, very restricted activities permitted in some, even many, schools.
There were excellent facilities at the school - it was a newly-built and well-funded grammar school - for all sorts and manner of sporting activities for both boys and girls, from gymnastics through athletics to ping-pong and dance - but it was only when we reached 6th form that we were allowed to do
anything but horrible traditional team games, and that was only because (I firmly believe) the games teachers were scared of many of us 6th form girls.
There was quite a gang of us signed up for cross-country running and table tennis the moment we entered 6th form, just so we could avoid the Miss Horrible's dreadful sessions. We were all girls who had our own perfectly normal, sporting activities in which we were involved - and could have been more deeply involved in the previous 5 years if the Miss Horribles hadn't proscribed that. The 'gang' I was in were involved in rock climbing, kayaking, ice skating, horse riding, ballet and Ukrainian dance. The rock climbing girl's dad was a professional instructor and some of the boys from the school went to him for tuition in school PE periods. Although artificial walls weren't a 'thing' back then, the school was on the edge of the Peak District and there was easy access to rock climbing of even standard. The ballet girl was already teaching the tinies at a very well-reputed private ballet school in South Manchester; she got a scholarship at 17, after just one year of 6th form, to one of the pro ballet schools and went on to do professional qualifications in choreography and teaching dance. You can imagine how much she resented having to run about in mud and rain when all she wanted to do was be at the barre. Wednesday afternoons she could have been taking - or teaching - classes at the ballet school instead of getting herself filthy and tired.
The Ukrainian dance girl was involved with a big, very active, semi-pro group in Manchester who were always looking for opportunities to perform and teach. One of their instructors would have happily taught traditional dance every week to a group of grammar school kids for a term or two, she told us. They did that in several of the schools round about as an alternative to team games, and that was how they had got many of their members - they carried on after they left school. We used to cover for her during games so she'd bunk off - with the full knowledge of her parents - to go to rehearsal. I missed a team selection for the Prince Philip Cup because of the netball test's detention. There would have been a decent chance of my being selected that year as two of the long-standing members of the team had 'aged out' and they were specifically looking for younger ones to 'bring on'.
As you can tell, I am still resentful and bitter about it.
Oddly, those of the gang who I'm still in contact with are all - still - more active than those who were such ardent 'team players' in their youth. One of the most ardent of us anti-PE-ists managed a sports shop in her 40s and 50s and took up marathon running; she is still competing in 'iron woman' events in her age group.