At some point in the distant past, someone at my school had built a large concrete tank behind the sheds and called it a swimming pool. Proud of this, they had a "Swimming Sports Day" in which everyone had to participate, even those who couldn't swim (they got to walk across the shallow end of the tank).
This would probably have been OK if the pool hadn't turned a deep opaque green the night before due to lack of maintainance. Even the school sports stars didn't want to go near the gloopy mess in the pool. We were practically pushed in. I'm sure some of the younger kids never surfaced again and the non-swimmers looked petrified.
Tell us your sports day horrors.
(, Thu 30 Mar 2006, 10:13)
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One sunny day, at a Roman Catholic school near Birmingham, the entire school was to be found outside. Everybody was positioned on the far bank to watch the action, and I noticed that there was some horrid dry dog shit near to where I was sitting. - of course, it needed moving.
So I kicked it.
The dry shit soared through the air with grace and ease, but unforunately seemed to be going in the direction of a girl in my class. I held my breath, and then the dog shit landed in her hair.
She picked the hard poo from her hair, and then realised exactly what had just happened. She screamed, and told a teacher that I had thrown the shit at her.
I was summoned to my head of year, who had told me that her friends had reported seeing me pick up the excrement and throw it purposely at her (god damn lying cunts). Luckily, the head of year was an extremely nice guy - he told me that he would call another person to his office, and ask for their report of the events.
He told the truth, the girls were told off, and I was told to be careful when kicking away dried dog poo.
Later on, I came 4th in the 100 meters.
THE END
(, Wed 5 Apr 2006, 6:59, closed)
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