Do you know why little Johnny is getting plump? It's probably because he goes to school with my kid. Little T, the 5 year old, started kindergarten this year. After the first day I asked him the standard questions... How was it, What did you learn today, did you behave yourself and listen to the teacher blah, blah, blah. I finally got around to what'd you do in PE. "We didn't go to PE dad." "Well, what'd you do at recess?" We didn't have recess, it was too hot.
Day two...What'd you learn today, blah, blah, what did you do in PE? "We didn't go to PE, we had drama today." What did you do at recess? "Nothing." Did you have recess? "Yes, but we weren't allowed to run, it was too hot."
Bottom line, the kid only has PE twice a week and the instructor is notoriously anit-competition. One day they did Yoga, and the next they juggled scarfs. If I wanted him to do Yoga and juggle scarfs I would have had him join the God Damned circus.
I want him to get his little heart pumping 5 days a week by hurling round rubber balls at the heads of the weak and slow children. Once they've been eliminated he can then move on to the big game, the fast popular kids, and maybe, just maybe, if he really works at it, he'll feel the euphoria of being the sole survivor, YES, dodgeball champion!
If not dodge ball, I want him playing a sport that involes a ball, or puck, and I want them to keep score. I want him to feel the sting of being pick last at sport he's not yet good at, and the thrill of being picked first in the sports he is. If not a sport that involes a ball, or puck, then a race, a by God get off your ass and run like a banshee race. I want him to get a blue ribbon for coming in first, a big fat blue ribbon that is shinier and nicer than the second and third place ribbons.
At recess, I want him playing smear the queer everyday. Ok, "tackle the man with the ball" if you prefer. I want him having races across the monkey bars, oh wait, a kid broke their arm on them a couple of years ago and they had them removed, never mind. I want him to play tag, and fall down and scrape himself up evey once in a while, and get dirty. I WANT HIM TO BE A KID FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!!!!!!!!!!!
Jesus H Christ the school system is already driving me to a rubber room, and he's only in kindergarten!!!!!!!!!!!!!