What's your gym class horror story?

I hated gym class! Once, I had to go to the hospital after they made me do a cartwheel when I knew I couldn't and I sprained my wrist really badly. The school nurse thought it was broken. Anyway, here's my "running the mile" story:

Asthma. A curse to those in phys. ed. in the season for seasonal allergies. Yet one fateful day, I turned it into a blessing.

My gym teacher was a little...air-headed. An extremely kind person, in her own way, but completely clueless. It was an odd-scheduled day because of standardized testing, so we had class for two hours. She made us play lacrosse for an hour and a half before announcing we were going to run the mile.

That morning before class, I had anticipated running the dreaded four laps around the track. Because it was my senior year, I had decided that enough was enough. I had taken a precaution, and was carrying it in the pocket of my gym shorts.

Inducing an asthma attack with pepper spray, in retrospect, may have been a foolish idea. However, I only had to run one lap then, I didn't have to run one for the rest of the year, and I'll never have to run another. All in all, very comforting, and well worth the temporary pain.

First of all, your mom totally overreacted! You can't control how heavy your periods are and you can't control if you leak or not, especially while doing practice for sports! So I'd do your best to ignore your mom. Now my horror story... hmm... lets see. One time, when i was 13, I was in my last class of the day and had run out of pads. I was using the super heavy flow pads and had changed it not long before my last class. By the end of the class (it was home economics so I was sitting at a sewing machine the entire time) i stood up and noticed this HUGE red spot on an orange chair... my pants were black so it wasn't noticed by anyone... but I had to clean the chair and I got weird looks like "what the hell?" I ran to the bus and, well, I was sitting at an awkward angle to NOT get blood everywhere, but that didn't really work. I got home and had blood EVERYWHERE. I was surprised no one had really noticed! It was slowly working its way down my pant leg. It was horrible. I had to throw away my pants and underwear because they were BEYOND salvaging. It was bad and was uncomfortable and not the prettiest smelling either...

We had to wear uniforms in gym class and my shorts were mesh. So as I was waiting for class to start I was sitting on stage with all of the other girls the coach yells for everyone to get to their "spots." So I jump up and just as I do I hear "RRRRIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPP!" Yeah...my shorts definately just ripped. There was no way I was running that day. So I told the coach what happened so he wouldn't think I was just messing around and I went to change. So I come back from the locker rooms and everyone is staring at me. I, of course, turn beat red and I come to find out later that he announced to the entire class for no reason that I had torn my pants. Not that big of a deal now but in 8th grade it was. =]