![]() ![]() And we saw why Jeff never wanted to take a shower. I don’t remember what happened after that terribly well, but here’s pretty much what went down: the teacher grabbed Jeff’s towel and gave him a push in the door. Jeff refused, the teacher angered, Jeff cried, the teacher had had enough. (Not easy to do, let me tell you.) And we watched the gym teacher beg, plead, cajole, and coax Jeff in with us. So there we were, thirty naked 12-year-old boys, standing in a room that measured about nine feet square, embarrassed as hell and trying not to touch each other. So he decided to make sure that everybody–including Jeff–took one. ![]() The teacher would see our wet hair and assume we had been in there.īut one day, somebody tipped him off that we weren’t really taking showers. Most of the time, we could get away with wrapping a towel around ourselves and sticking our head under the shower head just inside the shower room. We had one kid, Jeff, who racked up detentions like nobody’s business. Refusing to take one earned you a detention. It was a communal shower, no separate stalls. At the school I attended for grades 7 and 8 (this was in the early 1970s), we had to shower after gym class. ![]()
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