Giant Parachute!
Weight room!
I actually hated gym during junior high because the “coaches” were idiots.
But lifting was the fucking tits.
Ended up taking weightlifting as my elective my last two years of high school, not just because I loved lifting, but the coach was just a great guy. I started out in bad shape, because teenager, barely able to clean (a type of lift) the freaking bar correctly. End of junior year, I was doing my body weight at that with ease.
Senior year? The group that took the class had kinda turned into a bro group in a good way, even when we hated each other outside the weight room. We spotted each other with zero bullshit, supported each other when maxing, it was awesome in the way a good gym can be. Even had a girl in the class, and everyone treated her respectfully, but still helped her get herself where she wanted to be with her routine.
It was cool that the ones that were jerks outside of the class were able to at least be good lifting partners inside, which was mostly because the coach made sure that was the culture of the class.
Gods, just this little cinder block weight room with no AC and a sketchy heater, a bunch of metal, and sweaty teenagers lol. But it was my favorite class.
We had a variant of dodgeball that was pretty fun, it’s standard rules (if you get hit you’re out, but if someone catches it’s good, etc.), but on each side there were two open barrels that counted as goals. So not only do you have to eliminate the opponents, but you also have to guard the barrels. Called it Dynamite Ball, Good times.
How is it possible to smell this picture?!
Smell is linked to multiple other senses. Memories tend to store the smell of something multiple times.
When those platforms with the 4 wheels came out.
The square skate carts were so fun and dangerous!
Crab Soccer! Especially when used with the gym dollies so you could really haul ass. It was great when you nailed the class jerk with that giant ball and sent him flying!
Parachute day, and we also had these little platform scooters you’d sit on and wiggle the handle left and right and it would propel forward.
Back day . Idk if that is what you were asking .
Parachute day was always fun.
Dodgeball
Scarf juggling
The dancing week. My school taught us various dancing for a week. A specific type per year. We did square dancing, swing dancing, and box waltz.
Other than that, I liked badmitton.
