Another Convent School Story
As I was a very well behaved girl at school I became a House Captain of one of the school’s four houses.

One of my jobs was to organise the house teams for netball, hockey, and sports day. I am not a great lover of playing sports (playing games, yes….) and despite enjoying hiking and cycling and being on the Cross Country running team, I was not a fast runner and I still can’t either catch or throw a ball (left-handed verging on ambidextrous). So I really wasn’t perhaps the best person to organise these events….


House netball, hockey and rounders matches were no problem – loads of girls loved the opportunity to either chuck a ball in someone’s face or crack shins with a hockey stick.

As House Captain I was expected to be at least the sub at some point in the proceedings….

So, netball….I’m tall but as I have no ball skills (so to speak) I get to be goal keeper or goal defence – only as a sub….

Now I’m sure all of you know what girls wear for playing netball – t-shirt and little short netball skirt…and as this was a convent school it was also compulsory to wear huge Bridget Jones style grey knickers (over the top of your own knickers) when there was snow on the ground they were actually quite welcome…it didn’t snow much though….


First failure…..not being a regular player I forgot to take my grey netball knickers….

So I spend the duration of the match trying to avoid jumping up or bending over – the entire Sixth form from the boys school always came to watch the house netball matches…..

I failed to hide my lack of grey knickers which resulted in the boys (and some interested girls) getting a really good look at my skimpy white cotton panties….A couple of boys actually laid down to make sure they could see…


Second failure…..a few weeks later it was my 18th birthday…and I was on the sports field trying to organise another sport event…..It was always customary to announce birthdays at lunch….

The entire school (and some of the boys from next door) all knew I had reached my age of majority…..

I failed to run fast enough when the girls from my house decided to give me the ‘bumps’ – remember those…being picked up and thrown 19 times (once extra for luck) – all the time trying desperately to hold my skirt down…remember – stockings

and keep my blouse from bursting open too….So yet again everyone got a flash…..

And the stockings were ruined…..

Walking back down to school I stopped and leant against a tree to inspect the damage….

one of the boys came to help me as I had a ladder in my stocking from ankle up to the top… he very slowly showed me the Giggle Line at the top of my stockings – get past there and you’re laughing….

Sadly I failed to make it to afternoon lessons.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Fri 5 Jan 2007, 12:27, Reply)