State comprehensive late 70s/early 80s .... and the single most memory I carry from school is the vile PE/showers arrangement.
Like so many others, communal shower area, slimy and cold ... no privacy at all. Teachers checking you'd showered, when in reality, the single minute you were given to shower before being shrieked at to get a move on, wouldn't have been enough to properly wash in any case.
Changing area far too small for the number of girls in the class meaning we were all falling over each other, bumping bodies, not enough space to sit (where you could preserve your modesty slightly better), clothes falling off pegs onto a dirty wet floor - and of course no security for your belongings which meant it was a bullies' field day if they got in first and hid' stuff. Teachers didn't give a shit.
The worst of it though was the changing area had an entrance directly onto the playing fields ..... there was NO consideration given by teachers who'd come in and out with abandon, exposing us to other classes - and boys, outside.
Yes - the fucking dreaded period diary ... complete with scathing remarks about your cycle if you were irregular and/or had long periods. This was from women FFS who must have known periods aren't one size fits all but who nonetheless took great pleasure in interrogating you - loudly - with no discretion.
And yes, 'PE shorts' which were actually thick knickers that were cold and unforgiving. So so humiliating when pads could clearly be seen and when you were terrified of leaking with exertion. Why the fuck did this go on? What was the fucking point ? ..... unless it was deliberate humiliation and sadism.
I'm thankful that I was never aware of any overt perving but still, the total disregard for our privacy was disgusting and the casual exposure of our developing bodies, e.g. by leaving the changing room door open and by making us prance about in front of boys wearing ridiculously little meant we did get cat called and had personal remarks chucked at us by some boys, who were rarely properly told off at all.
Not surprisingly I did everything I could to avoid PE including bunking off and making up illnesses. I had a wonderful art teacher who I'll forever be grateful to who wangled it for a couple of years for me to help in her class as I was considering an art career, thus missing PE .... but she couldn't do that for everyone obviously and I was lucky to have a genuine get out like that.
As a result I hate most sport ..... the disregard and humiliation totally overruled any benefit or desire to try when all you could think of was the various forms of 'shame' it made you feel. I still don't understand the 'logic' behind it ..... the 'showers' where you didn't have enough time to shower, the stupid knickers, being turned out in barely anything in the depths of winter and remaining blue no matter how much you ran about. Was it designed to 'put us in our place' as females ?