nothing filled me with more dread in primary school than the realisation that I had left my P.E. kit at home and would have to parade down the corridor and to the main hall in my pants and tshirt. Was there anything more humiliating?
Also, I remember my first P.E. lesson of secondary school. We were told to put on our brand new gym knickers (why can't I wear my shorts or netball skirt?) and go through to the gym. You're nervous, you don't know many people, you're 12,you're super self-concious, you walk into the gym and there are the year 8 boys waiting for the co-ed lesson to begin. This has stayed with me for 14 years now. Therapy?