The latest episode of It's Jerry Time deals with the horrors of being forced to swim nekkid in middle school. As usual, it's a brilliantly painful study in low-key Schadenfreude.

It also reminded me of my own awful Phy. Ed. experiences in junior-high school. Our gym teacher's name was Elton Fessier (rhymes with "brassiere"), a decrepit, and in retrospect, probably pre-verted old geezer who used to jog behind us with a big wooden paddle as we ran the 440 track, and gleefully use it to swat anyone who ran slower than he did. He'd also peer over the wall and watch us take showers, occasionally shouting out, "I want to see soap on those bodies!"

Brrrrr!

[Link: The Naked Swim]