At my high-school I was in the Army JROTC class, and every Friday we had P.T. which was like gym but way tougher. The toughest P.T. was the first, and that was not because of the lack of experience. We actually had a 9th Grade Campus, so our battalion commander came down from the "big school" to instruct us on our first Physical Training class.
His last name was Woodard, and he really thought he was some kind of Army drill sergeant. We were fresh out of middle school, and I never felt so much pain doing exercise in my life. The smug jerk even taunted me with "having trouble muffin?". At least two people threw-up, and so many parents complain the next day that nobody from the "big school" led P.T. class ever again.