I hated taking showers with my schoolmates because I was gay and I’d be terrified of having an “accident”. I was also super shy. Changing clothes was bad enough. I tried to avoid it as much as I could.
Gym class was the worst because of the showers. What horror stories you have about that dreaded period in high school?
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The poisoning miasma of Lynx body spray. Sweet christ, that mixed with body odour and farts was a heady mix.
I didn’t mind taking showers. What I did mine were the times we weren’t allowed to take showers after gym! All of us walking around all day fucking stinking the place up.
One time after gym class a group of girls with down syndrome walked into the change room… their handler gave them bad info and they just walked in, went to the shower area and all started crying while the entire boys gym class was kinda just frozen in shock with our junk out. Surreal moment doesn’t even feel real lol. Handler came in and got them out, was super apologetic. Overall 10/10 on the wtf scale
I sucked at team sports mostly because no one ever provided any instructions and I didn’t watch sports as a kid. I remember one particular January, when we were told that next class were being graded on handball shooting technique. Like…literally no one had any clue how to do it, the teacher couldn’t bother showing up and we all…basically watched random handball games and tried to imitate it. But I rocked at rings and parallel bars, so there’s that 🙂
Every semester the gym teacher held a bench press competition. He’d start us all off with the bar first, everyone would have a go at it, then he’d add a plate, and so forth. I was always petrified to be the first guy out; fortunately there were 2-3 kids even skinnier and weaker than I was so I didn’t suffer the humiliation. It always came down to a couple of football players who traded weight right up to the bell while the rest of us stood around and pretended to cheer.
I took a shower and came out to my clothes in the toilet
Our class days alternated.
I still have nightmares about forgetting to bring gym clothes on the right day.
Can I give you an anti-horror story?
I had a gym teacher who knew I absolutely categorically despised gym glass. One day, I was folding paper airplanes instead of doing whatever it was that we were supposed to do and he came over and bet me that if I could get a paper airplane entirely across the gym from one wall to the other longways, he’d let me sit out the entire rest of the semester but if not, I had to actively participate.
I folded the best damned paper airplane I could muster, put my back heel against the wall, and sailed that airplane forward. I don’t know what gods were favoring me that day but that airplane soared straight across the gym, straight past the half court line, straight past the other basketball goal, and plunked its nose against the far wall. I spent the next two months reading books from the bleachers and he gave me an 80 in the class which I gladly took.
Showers? 🤨
At my school, only the sports kids used the showers
I don’t really have any horror stories, but I didn’t like shop class cuz I was afraid of all the machines.
Those ‘Dangers of the Workplace’ videos worked a little too well on me
Weird enough we didnt use showers in middle school or highschool we had them but nobody was allowed to use it. If you were unlucky to be a sweat monster i guess you just smelled like Ass all day.
I actually enjoyed gym. I was never very good at sports, but eveyone else was so lazy that I looked like an athlete. Junior and Senior year they offered weights classes and I started to grow into my body and get noticed by girls for the first time. That was also the period where I would fight the kids who bullied me. 2 or 3 fights and I stopped getting bullied. Highschool gym was where I started to turn my identity around from a dweeb who got bullied to an attractive, if kinda wierd, young man. I wasn’t popular or anything but it sure beat being at the bottom of the ladder.
I guess my horror story would be that I found out I was gay while in the boys’ locker room.
Ours was separate from the girls’, of course. But there was a small window near the ceiling so one day the boys formed a ladder so they could peek into the girls room. I did not understand why they all wanted to glance at naked girls. But as I watched them, half naked, climbing on top of each other, I realized that this turned me on. Watching them, half naked, their butts out and proud.
Well, needless to say that the next two years of my life were filled with confusion and anxiety. In the end everything worked out for me, thankfully. But at the time I was completely stricken with horror.
I never really had issues in gym class besides my teacher giving me trouble for telling him I can’t participate as I was told to rest by my coach (I was a competitive athlete and during comp prep I was not allowed to do anything without his permission).
Besides that gym class was never hard or scary for me, I usually enjoyed it.
Playing football my sophomore year I got moved up from JV to Varsity for two games. That meant moving over to the varsity locker room. My first shower on that side I feel hot water on my back which was weird because the showers were cold. I look back and was getting peed on from like seemed like 20 feet away. So gross but I couldn’t help but laugh because it really was funny. Impressive stream. Me laughing it off also meant I was officially one of them and everyone looked out for me after that.