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Hands and feet grasping the board firmly, bent over facing the water, I dove in. As I entered the water, I felt like it was the best dive I had ever attempted. There was nearly no splash. I half-expected there to be clapping when I came up for air. And there was, but not for the reason I had hoped.
I had forgotten my one-piece at home, so I had to settle for a bikini that day. I figured, "OK, the bikini isn't revealing, so I'll be fine. I won't even be in the water much."
As I lifted myself out of the water, most of the girls were holding their hands over their mouths, and the boys were smiling. No one decided to tell me what had happened, and I didn't figure it out until I saw the top of my bikini floating on top of the water. As I bent to pick it up, my bikini bottom came untied. I was bending over, now topless and bottomless, with my butt facing a bunch of college students. Luckily, my good friend and co-worker, Tom, rushed over with a towel and covered me.
"Class is over," Tom bellowed in a firm yet caring voice. That's all the students needed to hear before scrambling for the locker room.