Then I found that in order to graduate I would have to have credit in physical education. So as a senior I enrolled in a PE class. I chose swimming.
*WARNING. If you do not wish to have an image which you cannot unsee burned into your mind, STOP reading now. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
The swimming classes were held at the YMCA pool which was a one-block walk to the south of the school. The routine required stripping and showering, soaping thoroughly, including the hair. (When did you last "shampoo" with bar soap?) Then we entered the pool area. You did not read the part about donning the trunks? That is because there was no, I mean NO, clothing in the pool. Twenty naked teenage boys lined up alongside the pool so Coach could call the roll, then into the water. The instructor shouted encouragement and humiliating taunts to each and all for the next thirty minutes.
Back to the showers where we rinsed the chlorine off our bodies, toweled down, then, some days, the fun part. Snapping someone with a damp towel is much more fun than being snapped by a damp towel. Coach knew this was going on, how could he not? But he also knew when to step in and put a stop to it. No permanent injuries suffered by anyone, so far as I know.
Once dressed, we ascended to the main floor where most of the guys checked out and headed for the school house. Some of us who chose to fritter away the lunch hour stayed to shoot a couple games of eight-ball. Nope, no "closed campus." Lunch hour might make another post.
Oh, I passed the course, got my PE credit.
My Little World
Colorado Springs, Colorado