Oh! Remembered another one...
For those of you in the South-East of the UK, you probably remember all the floods we had a few years back (As I recall most of Worthing was under water). The day that happened I went to school, I was in Year 11 at the time. Well, I arrived, and the entire front entrance to our school was under about a foot of water. Me and my friends climbed onto a wall and made our way around the water (it was seriously like a lake, about 100 metres both sides of the entrance), and got into school.

As it turned out, most of the teachers hadn't made it in as they all lived miles away, and everything was flooded. Our head of year assembled the 10 Senior Prefects (of which I was one - good boy, me), and told us to go to the various entrances of the school, and help divert traffic and such.

Me and my good friend Chris went to the front entrance, which was by far the most flooded, and put up cones and stuff, and got cups of warm coffee brought out to us by the school receptionist (Which brought with it a wonderful feeling of equality, as we were usually looked down on by all the staff).

Long story short, lots of the smaller kids couldn't get up onto the walls to climb around the water, so me and Chris ended up in bare feet with our trousers rolled up, wading through this water carrying children to the questionable safety of school, like some kind of bizarre extra-curricular RNLI.

I can remember taking a moment to stand back and look at the scene, it was a clear day, no traffic noise (as people couldn't drive anywhere), no airplane noise (as I think Gatwick was flooded too), and there was something eerily beautiful about seeing that usually sterile housing estate half under water.

Then we only got to miss first period and the year nines got to go home - fuckers.

EDIT - why do all of mine seem to involve me having fun desipte the fact I'm freezing my nuts off?
(Jon Norris, Sun 13 Mar 2005, 14:52, Reply)