When I was in 7th grade, my PE teacher was always mean to me. My dad didn’t teach me sports nor did my two brothers (to their credit, both were moved away when I was still just a kid). As a result, I didn’t really know how to play basketball or baseball. But this teacher assumed everyone with a d*** and balls must know how. He ridiculed me when I couldn’t catch a ball, couldn’t dribble down the court, and had no idea what I was supposed to do when I didn’t have the ball. I once caught him making fun of me when speaking to another PE teacher. If he had just taken time to understand me. I was too shy to ask for help, so I lived with the ridicule and lack of respect from my peers. I hated every minute of PE class because of that.