I hated the teacher, so I had to rebel. I showed up to class unprepared a few too many times. Unprepared means not dressed in gym clothes. That was 9th grade.

I got to 10th grade, and the gym teacher there said a very wise thing: It's easy to pass my class, and it's even easier to fail. I took that to heart.

9th (JHS) grade gym teacher really was a rear orifice. He kept warning us how high school gym teachers were tough and we better get ready for it. That's why he was mean to us. Turns out he was the only rear orifice. The 10th (HS) grade teacher seemed tougher, but I soon learned he was a really nice guy.