Another voice remembering the same.
I was at secondary school in the late seventies, and have vivid memories of the horror of the communal showers.
Cold and slimy tiles, tepid water, the humiliation of leaving my towel outside on the chair and having to walk through naked.
The teacher would insist we thoroughly wet our hair, which was awful at this time of the year, with no way of drying it. There were a handful of body-confident girls who would just go for it, but most of us were desperately trying to cover ourselves with our hands.
I mean, there was no soap and no shampoo, so how were we supposed to be cleaning ourselves anyway?
And yes to the period register in red pen, and short shorts which showed bulky sanitary towels.
And also, upthread, there was talk about the annual medicals. I also clearly remember the doctor at secondary school, each year putting his hand between my legs and telling me to cough
I had never really thought about it before, but what could he possibly have been checking for? That sounds so bad in hindsight.
The whole medical thing was awful though - we had to go into an empty class and take off our knickers, blouse and bra, stuff them in our school bags and sit in the corridor unsupervised with other kids on our year.
Some of the boys would hassle and grab us, trying to pull our skirts up and our cardigans undone. It was shocking, thinking about it.
My daughter was at a different secondary in the late nineties but never had school showers there. She would shower at home after school (and was never whiffy, anyway)