I read gym unicorns and was expecting something COMPLETELY different.
My schools didn't do uniforms.
We brought our own gym clothes from home.
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In Jr. High they were two piece, both pieces white. Boring. In high school, red shorts and white tops. I didn't like the girls' shorts, they were stiff, so I wore my brother's. It had our last name on them so they couldn't complain. Other girls started wearing their boyfriends' shorts.
no gym uniforms but our sports uniforms were terrible. Dated back to the early 70s and we were still wearing them in the mid-90s. Eventually we caved and bought t-shirts with names and numbers on them. We had to use them for every sport we played. Luckily it was a small school and we didn't overlap numbers!
No uniforms for us either, unless you forgot to bring your own gym clothes. Then they would happily loan you an almost barf inducing combination of shirt and shorts that the school bought a couple dozen of just for such occasions.
We often stayed in the gym, it would be 90 to over 100 and so humid you couldn't breathe.
Our gym was air conditioned.
It'd be freezing in there.
It took extreme effort to break a sweat some days.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Hated - absolutely hated - the awful blue one piece gym outfits.
Royal blue, with snaps that wouldn't stay closed, elastic at the
waist that was always too tight, even on the skinny girls! You
had to take them home at least once a week to wash them, and
heaven help you if you forgot to bring them back!
