Friday, May 15, 2020

Bong Joon-ho's Mother (2009) and Okja (2017)

During this circuit breaker period, we can finally catch up on shows and awesome films! Last week, I watched Okja and this week I watched Mother. Both were so damn good! So I'm going to review them in the same post since they were made by the same director. One left me in tears and one left me feeling mentally exhausted. Even though they are pretty different films, both made me feel that society is rather screwed up.


Okja (2017)

My friend Michelle recommended this movie to me and my friends while we were chatting on Zoom. She warned that after watching this movie, you might not wanna eat pork anymore.

Basically, Okja is the name of a genetically modified super-pig that was created by a company called Mirando Corporation, headed by Lucy Mirando. We are introduced to her in the first scene and she looks like Willy Wonka all dressed in white. She appears in front of press to explain her plans for the super-pigs that are supposedly going to revolutionize the industry. It sounds too good to be true and it is: she's pretending that everything is done naturally but it is all a lie. The pigs are test subjects and they were created in a laboratory. When Okja was recaptured, they attempted to force her to mate (probably weren't successful), tortured her, and got a chunk of meat from her for taste tests. Ugh.

That already says a lot about big businesses, the food industry and capitalism in general. So on the other side, we have the Animal Liberation Front (ALF), which isn't a made up company like Mirando. IRL, they have been criticised for being violent terrorists who break the law in the name of helping animals. I'm not familiar with the work they do, but well, they weren't portrayed as the good guys either. (There's always a lot of grey area in Bong Joon-ho's films, which is why they are so popular)

Anyway, the protagonist of the film is Mija, a girl who lives with her grandfather on a farm, which is situated in the mountains. She's extremely close to Okja and the pig even saved her life instead of letting her fall from a cliff. Then in comes folks from the Mirando Corporation, including a crazy celebrity slash zoologist called Dr. Johnny Wilcox, played by none other than Jake Gyllenhaal. They inspect Okja and whisk her off to New York because she's the biggest pig and therefore the winner of the super-pig competition Lucy came up with ten years ago! When asked about his methods, grandpa said he just let her roam around freely. Free-range pork ftw!

Anyway, Mija leaves home and tries to get Okja back at all costs. As a character, she is portrayed to be an innocent girl who doesn't know what awaits her in the real world. It is easy to root for her because she just wants her pet pig back. It is her best friend and they grew up together! 

When the ALF swoop in to help her, they propose letting Okja get recaptured so that they can plant a camera on her and get videos of what really goes on in Mirando's facility. Jay, the leader, asks for her permission to go ahead with their mission - but she flatly declines and says that Okja should go home with her. This is no surprise. As mentioned earlier, Mija's goal is simple: get the pig and go home! But the Korean dude, K, mistranslates this on purpose and claims that she allows it.

On the other side, Lucy Mirando is pissed that the pig escaped in the first place. Their company would definitely suffer, so it is decided that they fly Mija to New York to see Okja in order to pretend that they actually care about her and her pig. They want to save the company from this PR disaster. Mija has not much of a choice but to go along with both the ALF and Mirando's plans. Even though none of this was surprising, it really irked me to see that all these adults were taking advantage of a young girl's wishes.

Mija and Okja are to meet on stage at a parade organised by Mirando - basically a huge marketing campaign. All hell breaks loose when the ALF reveals their presence by showing everyone a video of Oka being tortured. The members of the ALF try to help recapture Okja but most of them are arrested, except Jay and K. Thankfully, Jay insists on helping Mija and they drive to the slaughterhouse. It is a huge place and we immediately see a huge number of super-pigs kept in fences. Mija and the other two guys search for Okja desperately.

The scariest part of the movie is when Mija, in her search, realises that Okja is in the line of pigs headed up the ramp into the slaughterhouse. She goes in and sees meat hanging from above and blood dripping to the floor. Most of us don't wanna see how our food is being processed. We don't wanna know if it was genetically modified. Like what Nancy Mirando said when she took over from her twin sister Lucy: if it's cheap, they'll eat it. 

Thankfully, the person who is about to kill Okja stops when Mija shows up with a photograph of her and her pig. But Nancy appears too, all Cruella-De-Vil like, with her henchmen holding Jay and K back. She still intends to slaughter the pig because it is her property. Mija only convinces her to let Okja go when she buys Oka using the golden pig that her grandfather had given her as a present. Ugh. Typical.

The walk out of the slaughterhouse is basically the saddest part of the movie. Before this scene, there were plenty of jokes and funny moments in the movie. We met larger-than-life, comical characters like Lucy and Dr Johnny Wilcox (who both seem to have serious mental health issues by the way) and hilarious ALF members, including that one guy who doesn't eat much because he doesn't want to leave a carbon footprint on earth. It is clear that the director is making fun of vegans, animal rights activists, and greedy capitalists who take things to the extreme.

Mija walking Okja out of the slaughterhouse should be considered a victory. She finally got what she wanted. But it is not a victory at all and this was where I started crying. And no, I didn't just tear up. I cried until my nose was red. As she was escorted out, the other pigs were crying out in fear and in pain as they continued the killings. And unlike in other kid-friendly movies where the animals all get busted out of their cages and set free (see Rio 2011), this movie is way more realistic and that doesn't happen even if the evil villains seem one-dimensional and cartoon-ish. 

This scene is made sadder when two pigs, clearly a mother pig and a father pig, push their baby pig towards Okja to save it from its doom. Okja keeps the little one in her mouth and they somehow manage to smuggle the extra pig all the way back to South Korea. The ending may seem like a happy one since Okja is reunited with Mija and they are seen hanging out in the countryside again with the piglet. Yet it is anything but. Mija has been exposed to the cruel world out there but does not have the power to change things. Everything goes on as usual. 

I think having Mija as the young and innocent protagonist makes a lot of sense. Most of us can relate to the love she has for Okja, maybe because we are animal lovers and we have pets of our own. And most of us, at the back of our minds, know that animals are abused but we can't do much about it either. All we can do is to protect our own.


Mother (2009)

This movie is much, much darker than Okja. We are introduced to the main characters: a mother who lives with her intellectually-disabled son. It is never really specified what disability Do-joon has, but he is called a "retard" and an "idiot" throughout the movie, which gets him all riled up. He seems like an innocent boy who is simply slow and forgetful. He listens to his mom but is having a bit of a rebellious teenage phase. They are poor but they get by in their small neighbourhood. But then, a murder takes place and he's blamed for it, so his mother investigates and tries to clear his name.

For most of the film, we are led to believe that Do-joon is innocent. He was drunk when he followed the girl down that empty path and he did not mean to harm her in any way. With this notion of innocence firmly attached in our minds, we root for Do-joon's mother as she conducts her own investigation. At first the mother (and therefore the audience) thinks that the murder was committed by his friend, Jin-tae, who is a bad influence. When she's wrong, she gets a lawyer (an asshole whom she fires later), asks other women about the dead girl (Moon Ah-jung) when she gives them acupuncture, and bribes kids with coins for information as well.

We continue rooting for the mother when she and Jin-tae aggressively question some asshole punks about Ah-jung, who sounded like the village slut because she had sex with many guys and took compromising pictures of them, which she keeps in her precious phone. The boys were out looking for the phone but no one knows where it is. We root for her when she shows the pictures to Do-joon who's in jail, and he finally remembers an old guy whom he saw in the abandoned building who might be the murderer. Then, the movie reaches its climax when the mother enters the old dude's house, pretending to be someone from a charitable organisation who gives free acupuncture services.

This is when the plot twist happens. I did not see it coming at all, which is why I found it so brilliant: the old junk collector (or garung kuni) was hoping that acupuncture would allow him to forget a traumatising scene that he had witnessed. He unwittingly tells the mother what he had seen the night of the murder. The girl, creeped out by Do-joon, throws a rock in his direction and it lands at his feet. She calls him a retard. He throws the rock back and he hits her in the head. She bleeds. He carries her up to the roof and leaves her there to die.

The mother is shocked to learn that her son is actually a murderer. She says that Do-joon might be released, so the old man picks up the phone in order to tell the police what he had witnessed. But it's too late: he gets clobbered to death with a large metal tool and his house gets burned down. The mother has become a murderer. Her goal and intention is still to save her son and get him out of jail, but there is a huge difference between getting an innocent man off death row, and letting a murderer get out of jail scot-free.

As a result of this scene, the audience has to re-evaluate the way they perceive this mother. Looking back, I realise that I was completely wrong about her. We actually don't know much about the mother. Sure, we know what she does for a living and that she sleeps next to her son at night, but apart from that, we don't know who she really is. We don't even know her name!

It can be inferred that the mother is actually someone who is or used to be mentally ill and once had suicidal thoughts. This is evident when it is revealed that she once tried to poison Do-joon and herself with insecticide when he was five. When Do-joon confronts her about it, she goes completely off the rails and screams. She asks if she's allowed to perform acupuncture on him to make him forget about the incident, but obviously she can't. This makes me think that she was responsible for Do-joon's intellectual disability. It is unclear whether or not he was born with a disability, but consuming insecticide might have made it worse. And mum's acupuncture method might have made him the forgetful person he is as well.

Another major theme in the movie is the idea that society and the systems in place have failed us. At first, you'd think that the system has failed because the police had Do-joon, someone with an intellectual disability, sign a confession for a crime he didn't commit because he later told his mother that he didn't do it. However, at the end, the system did fail because Do-joon, the murderer is released and the police captured someone called Crazy JP, who was mentioned by some kids the mother questioned earlier and said to be Ah-jung's boyfriend who escaped from a sanatorium. They arrested him as they found her blood on his shirt or something. Crazy JP said she had a nose bleed, and we know that this is probably true because in a flashback, they showed Ah-jung and her friend entering a printing shop for some photos and when she had a nose bleed, her friend was like, "Not again!"

Apart from the police failing to catch the right criminal, lawyers are seen as jerks who have no time to sit down for a chat but have all the time in the world to drink and have fun with hostesses at a seedy karaoke place. The old junk collector was an asshole too: he told the mother about the murder that he had witnessed but he did not rush to Ah-jung's aid when Do-joon, the creepy drunk dude, was following her. He left out the actual reason why he was in the abandoned house in the first place: to meet Ah-jung and have sex with her like they had planned, which was why his picture was in her phone and why he had brought rice for her as payment. He could have prevented a murder or called an ambulance in time! 

Lastly, society has failed to look out for those who live on the margins. The mother visits Crazy JP and cries out of guilt when she realises that he has no family to look out for him. The system simply swapped someone out with an intellectual disability for another, since it's easy to pin the blame on them. The police concluded that Crazy JP tried to rape Ah-jung because didn't believe that Ah-jung would have consensual sex with him either. It is also clear that the mother is poor but resourceful enough to get enough money for the lawyer, and to pay Jin-tae to help with her investigation. Ah-jung's family lived on the margins too. Ah-jung had to take care of her grandmother, who was described as a "crazy old lady who walked around with rice wine". This also explains why she was known as the "rice cake girl" because she sold her body for rice and brought it home for her grandmother. Instead of helping her family out, society (or in this case men) sexually abused her, which is probably why she kept pictures of them for her own protection. 

Both families lack a father figure as well, which puts them at a disadvantage since we live in a patriarchal society. Do-joon's masculinity is also questioned by Ah-jung, and Do-joon seems rather hung up on the fact that he has not had sex with a girl before.

A scene that was rather strange was when Do-joon went back home to sleep next to his mother, but he placed a hand on her boob and she didn't mind. It was a scene pretty early on and I didn't think much about it but I found it weird. After the movie, I realise that this symbolises their unhealthy relationship. When the mother went off the rails, she screamed, "I was going to kill both of us! You and me are one!" 

This is an incredibly unhealthy way of thinking. You are your own person. Some parents think that what their child does reflects who they are. Sure, sometimes it does, but sometimes it doesn't. But you can't always be responsible for them and protect them forever. In this case, perhaps the mother did teach her son to be violent. She has violent tendencies of her own and her son exhibits those tendencies too. Whenever someone calls him a "retard", he lunges at them and lashes out. He even killed Ah-jung for saying that. When he gets beaten up in jail, she tells him off and he retorts that she was the one who told him to hit people if they bullied him. However, two wrongs don't make a right. He should've realised that name-calling shouldn't warrant attention, but his overprotective mother might have prevented him from learning this lesson earlier in life.

The mother's actions could also be interpreted as self-serving. Perhaps when Do-joon was diagnosed with a disability, people in their small town said that it might be heredity and thus she might have also been labelled as a "retard". She doesn't want an additional stigma: to be seen as the mother of a retard AND a murderer. She doesn't want to others to think that she had not taught him well. She tells everyone that her son wouldn't hurt a fly, because that is also how she wants society to see her: as an innocent old lady who wouldn't harm others. But when the idealistic image that she has of her son is shattered, she couldn't handle the truth and in that moment, decided to stoop to his level and also become a murderer - because they are one. It is an extremely unhealthy symbiotic relationship, and others have pointed out that this is similar to Norman Bates in Hitchcock's Psycho.

Later, Do-joon gets out of jail and his friends pick him up. They stop by the junk collector's blackened and burnt house to see if they'll find anything interesting. Do-joon finds his mother's acupuncture kit and returns it to her. Understandably, she is shocked to see her charred metal box because it is evidence that she was there. Do-joon tells her to "be careful" and I think he doesn't realise that the phrase could mean two things. It could be an innocent reminder to be careful and not leave your stuff lying around, or could be an insidious way of saying that he suspects she killed the old man and she should be careful not to leave evidence behind. Ultimately, it sounds like the former, but the mother still freaks out.

The importance of one's memory features in the film heavily. The characters in the film want to forget about the bad things that have happened as mentioned earlier through the use of acupuncture. But Do-joon's mother has to press her son to remember what he had done the night of the murder. This is a problem right from the start, when his friend kicked down a car's side mirror but claims that Do-joon did it. Do-joon didn't deny it and so his mother had to compensate for the damage caused to the car. In the film, we also see Do-joon walking around drunk but the scene cuts back to how he got home and fell asleep, implying that he had forgotten what had happened in between.

When Do-joon got out of jail and returned home to eat with his mother, he said that perhaps the killer left the body on the roof so that everyone in town would be able to see her and get help. He says this so innocently and doesn't realise that he's justifying his own actions. This was what the police were baffled about as well. But Do-joon doesn't remember committing the crime just like how it took him years for him to remember about his mother poisoning him. These traumatic episodes are blocked out by his brain.

At the end, when the mother boards a bus that is meant take parents out on a trip and relax, she decided to use acupuncture to forget the bad stuff and joins the middle-aged ladies who are dancing in the bus. The film starts with the mother dancing in the field and ends with her dancing in the bus. It is supposed to be a happy dance or maybe even a victory dance. A dance of freedom. But since the audience knows the truth, watching her dance is unsettling.

The film is meant to be dark and disturbing. It can be argued that everything the mother does (poisoning her son, killing a man etc) is all for the sake of her child. She will go to great lengths just to ensure that her son is safely out of jail, whether he committed the crime or not. Do you agree with her methods? Would you do the same if you were in her shoes? Would you clean up after your child's mess like the mother did when she tried to cover up the Do-joon's pee on the floor?

Personally, I wouldn't. I think that the right thing to do would be to bring her own child to justice. You have to let go. You can't protect your child forever. Let him bear the responsibility of his actions, whatever they may be. But then again, I'm no mother, so what do I know? 

Monday, May 11, 2020

5 Reasons Why I Hated PE Lessons

I posted a poll on IG stories and most of you wanted me to blog about why I hated PE lessons so here you go!

1. Male PE Teachers

Looking back, I realise that none of my PE teachers were females. All of them were males! When I was younger I didn't know about gender inequality and didn't realise how many girls are discouraged from sport etc etc, and so I didn't think much about the fact that there aren't many female PE teachers. But now it makes sense. I can only remember one female PE teacher who taught us netball, but she wasn't actually my teacher. She was just conducting a session for us so that we could get our badge (I was in St. John).

And okay, not all of the male PE teachers were bad. In primary school, my favourite teacher was my English teacher who was my PE teacher too. And he allowed us to choose what we wanted to do and he even tried to teach us baseball, which I think all of us sucked at but at least it was something new.

I can only recall 4 PE teachers I've had, and all of them were totally different. There's one who was an awesome teacher (whom I just mentioned in the previous paragraph), and one who was friendly and encouraging. But then there's one who pretty much was just there to do his job and did everything by the book, and then there's one whom I hate and think should not have graduated from NIE in the first place. (See this post)

Male PE teachers also have a bad reputation for being perverts. Just look at the way Coach Carr was depicted in Mean Girls.


But that's not my experience and not the reason why I dislike male PE teachers.

For me, the main reason is basically how awkward it is to tell them that you're on your period. As an awkward teenage girl, how are you supposed to tell your male PE teacher about that? What do you say?

"Erm, sir, I can't do PE today because I just got my period last night and it's a super heavy flow and I have cramps that make me want to curl up and die? If this was the sixth day of my period I would take part in the activities, but I really can't today. It is just so disgusting to bleed and sweat in a large pad, and it's not like we have any time to shower after that."

Thankfully we obviously did not have to go into such detail and we would just say that we have our periods rather briefly and they'd leave us alone. But you can just tell from the looks of some teachers that they are completely judging us and don't believe us 100% that we have their periods because there's no way for them to check. Which is why it is so damn awkward!

This also leads me to my next reason.


2. Anxiety

I always felt anxious and nervous whenever there was a PE lesson coming up. And when I feel anxious, my stomach gets queasy. Like Chidi, from The Good Place.


Anyway, normally, PE lessons take place in the early morning or in the late afternoon.

I think I am a little lactose intolerant or something, but I didn't know this back then. My mother would make me drink some milo before going to school and this would give me a stomachache. I'd end up in the toilet in the morning. If I was lucky, I'd have the urge to go before morning assembly. Sometimes it was after morning assembly and before first period. Once, I had to stop singing the national anthem mid-way and just GO. It was embarrassing.

So sometimes, I might miss the first part of the PE lesson, and when I return from the washroom, the teacher would look at me like I was trying to skip the lesson.


And I didn't just end up in the washroom in the morning. Sometimes, after running for a while, I would feel like going to the washroom as well. And again, when I returned, the teacher would look at me in a judgemental way. But I had no choice right? Did they expect me to poop my pants? Nobody told me that there was such a thing as "runner's stomach". (Just thinking about all of this gives me anxiety wtf)

And obviously, when there's PE, it means that we have to bring our PE attire.

If you knew me when I was in school, you'd know that I'm the kind of student who would avoid getting into trouble. But there's a good reason why I felt anxious about PE lessons to the point that by the time I was in JC, I would sometimes "accidentally" forget to bring my PE attire so that I could just sit the lesson out.

Every PE lesson can be anxiety-inducing and traumatising because it can feel as if every single person in the vicinity is watching your every move. It's not just your classmates, but also other classes nearby having PE, other people walking around the school compound, and other students having lessons upstairs might also look down at you to see what you're doing.

To make matters worse, there are things such as height and weight measurements and NAPFA tests that we have to go through. You basically need to get your weight measured in front of the entire class! I was underweight or had borderline acceptable weight most of the time and I was already feeling anxious. Can you imagine how horrible it is for people who have weight issues?


NAPFA tests are the worst. The class is usually only split into two, girls and boys, because of the different expectations based on gender. But there's only one PE teacher recording all the scores. So basically when you're carrying out the exercises, at least half of the class is watching you because they have nothing else to do. Then if you fail, everybody knows. It's not like your grade is on a piece of paper and you can hide it.

Anyway, this brings me to...


3. NAPFA Tests


Why were annual NAPFA tests even necessary? I just found out that now, students only have to take the NAPFA test once in two years. That's much better, but it still remains a pointless exercise for everyone involved.

Maybe there was a point in making us do these six things, but it was never communicated to us. In the article above, they explained why these exercises will help soldiers to be strong. But what about students and everyday civilians? I tried to rationalise it in my brain but I simply couldn't figure it out.

"Okay, I have to do a standing broad jump. Maybe this would be useful to me in future when I come across river rapids and I have to jump from one rock to another. But if that happened, couldn't I just jump in a more natural way instead of putting my feet together and swinging my arms stupidly? And in the first place, why would I even go to this river if I didn't have a raft and there wasn't a bridge? That's just poor planning isn't it?"


Would soldiers actually do this when they encounter "low walls, drains and ditches"?

There are many things we learn in school that we don't actually need in future, such as advanced trigonometry. The NAPFA test is similar to that. You'd think that we'd learn to keep fit during PE lessons and have fun while we're at it, but nope. NAPFA tests made us stressed out! I don't think that your fitness level is supposed to be partially measured by sitting in a contraption, strapping your legs down and pushing a piece of metal as far as you can. The final number at the end doesn't prove that you're fit at all.

I mean sure, the sit-and-reach test shows that you're flexible, but that's not the same thing as being fit right? And besides, do I really need the ability to touch my toes?

When I was in primary school, I was pretty much good at everything except sit-ups. I scored well at all the stations, including the inclined pull ups. But I just couldn't do sit-ups! It was frustrating because it was supposed to be the easiest station of all and everyone else could do it. I felt humiliated because I couldn't do it. I would have gotten a gold or silver if I could.


Sometimes, I would somehow manage to scrape by. Another method was to cheat. I would tell the person holding down my legs to add a few extra sit-ups to my score even if I didn't do it. As far as I can recall, I was caught cheating twice. The teacher in secondary school made me redo my sit ups in front of him and I think I passed because he left me alone after that. I can't remember. But in JC I still couldn't pass and my PE teacher told me that it was important to do sit ups so that I would be able to sit up on my own when I was older.

First of all, that piece of information didn't help me in any way because he did not actually tell me how I could go about getting better at it, if I should practise doing sit ups every single day, or if I was doing anything wrongly. Secondly, if what he said was to motivate me to practise harder, it didn't work at all. Sure, everyone wanted to do well in primary school at first. But by the time we got to JC, most of us girls didn't care whether we passed the test or not. It was more important to the guys since they were going for National Service.

Thirdly, I tried rationalising this piece of information in my head and it didn't make sense. When I want to sit upright, I can just use my hands to push myself up. Why must I cup the back of my ears with my hands and sit up?

And finally, I was already upset that I haven't been able to do sit ups for years. Getting me to stay behind and talking to me about sit ups, while everyone else gets to take part in other activities, is basically another way to humiliate me. Like I mentioned in the previous point, everyone else can see what you're doing during PE.


I think the worst thing my JC teacher did was to NOT record my 2.4km timing. I remember completing the run and feeling extremely relieved, because this meant that I could head off to the nearest toilet to relieve myself. But when I came back, he thought I had not completed the run. Wow. What a jerk. I sincerely hope that he is no longer in the teaching service.

The next point is something that could make me sound like an anti-feminist (which I'm not by the way) but here goes.


4. Gross Girls

This is linked to the fact that PE teachers are usually male. Due to this phenomenon, there are girls out there who have developed rather annoying tendencies.

If your male PE teacher is fit, young and his looks are above average, these girls generally end up behaving like fan girls at a concert.

Instead of screaming loudly like they would at a concert, they have to contain themselves and would instead let out high-pitched squeals.

Even if the male PE teacher is not so fit, young, or good-looking, some gross girls will still be extra friendly to said PE teacher in order to persuade them to select the activity of their choice.

As if this behaviour isn't disgusting enough, they also tend to wear booty shorts. Most people in Singapore generally wear FBT shorts when they exercise. And there is nothing wrong with this - as long as it isn't indecent exposure.

In case you're not a Singaporean and you've never heard of FBTs before, this is how they look like:


(Please note that the men's FBT shorts on the far right looks less sexy and even comes with pockets!)

Most girls wear FBTs and they look fine but Gross Girls do not wear FBTs properly. They pull up their (usually curved cut) FBT shorts such that it is above their waists, making sure that their butt cheeks are exposed. This is quite indecent considering the fact that we're in school. And since they are usually standing up and speaking to the PE teacher in front of everyone else, this means that while we are seated, some of us can ACTUALLY SEE what's underneath EVEN IF WE DO NOT WANT TO.



That is the main difference between regular girl and Gross Girl.

For this reason, I have refused to wear FBTs. I wore Adidas shorts which looked like this:


(Wow, I can't find similar shorts like this on a female model on Google Images)

My friend wore something like this too and we were practically the only two people in school who did not wear FBTs during PE lessons.

Look, I'm all for people wearing whatever they want to, especially since rape victims are always blamed on police posters for dressing indecently when the blame should be put on the rapists.

But we are in school and the school teachers are always all up in your grill about your uniform isn't it? The point of wearing school uniform is to look professional, isn't it?

This is why I get singled out for folding my skirt above my knee, even when it is too long for me and I look simply ridiculous when the skirt is below my knee. And this is why I still get singled out even if I don't fold my skirt because I suddenly had a growth spurt, which kind of embarrassed the teacher because she realised that I didn't fold my skirt, it was of an appropriate length, and she picked on me for nothing. (It is also presumably why the discipline mistress told me off for wearing dangle earrings instead of studs, even though I had been wearing them under her nose for months because they were tiny! Also, we had to wear school socks!)

If schools are so strict about the lengths of our skirts, why are we allowed to wear FBT shorts during PE? The general rule for skirts is that it should only be four fingers above the knee. The longer the better. But for shorts? It only needs to be a few centimetres longer than your underwear, I guess. This is something I will never understand.


5. The Smell: Sweat, Dirt, Blood and Mud


I think this reason speaks for itself. During PE lessons, everyone stinks. After PE lessons, everyone has to go back to class and we all stink. People start spraying deodorants, which stink as well. If someone has their period and you have a sensitive nose, you can smell their period blood and it's stronger than ever because of their sweat. If you've been playing a game on the field, the classroom becomes muddy. Ugh.

Even the teachers hated coming into class when we just had PE. It's a gagfest, honestly.