Well, it was track season in Sixth grade and the girls had to work with the boys. I hated co-ed PE and thought that you always had to impress people to get them to like you.
After we changed into our PE clothes and stretched we went out to the track to do discus. It was really hard and the disc was really heavy. It was then that I realized that my bra had come undone and was hanging by a string. I couldn't re-hook it now because all the boys were watching, so when it came my turn I grabbed the discus and got ready to throw. My back was aching and I felt like I was going to puke - hoping that my bra wouldn't come off. As soon as I threw it, my bra made a quick snapping noise, slid off my arms and down my shirt, landing on the ground.
All the boys and girls started laughing (including the PE teachers).