Out of my depth
As a schoolkid, I signed up for a public speaking contest purely as a ruse to meet girls. It haunts me still: in front of 300 people, I started to speak, dried up, stood there for what felt like half an hour staring at the floor and then slowly walked back to my seat. Oh, and the girl I liked laughed.
Have you ever been utterly, completely, devastatingly out of your depth?
( , Thu 14 Oct 2004, 15:07)
As a schoolkid, I signed up for a public speaking contest purely as a ruse to meet girls. It haunts me still: in front of 300 people, I started to speak, dried up, stood there for what felt like half an hour staring at the floor and then slowly walked back to my seat. Oh, and the girl I liked laughed.
Have you ever been utterly, completely, devastatingly out of your depth?
( , Thu 14 Oct 2004, 15:07)
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Hockey? No thanks
Somehow, the games teacher decided it would be a good idea to put me in goal, for the top team, for one hockey match. There were 4 games groups in our year- I was in the 3rd group, which was one above the asthmatics, the epileptics and the girl with the metal hand. Because I wasn't actually disabled you see, just very very bad at sport.
Somehow, even though I knew the levels of my incompetence, I constructed a Girls of St Clares-esque fantasy where I would become a hockey champion, become extremely popular and successful, and would be lauded by the school and beyond. This was not to be.
1) We were playing the extremely posh (and talented) girls school from up the road
2) Much of the regular team were also not there, meaning that much more ball action actually reached me than I had imagined
3) I was disgustingly hungover, having got drunk for one of the first times in my life the night before.
We lost. 11-0. I slunk home.
( , Fri 15 Oct 2004, 13:31, Reply)
Somehow, the games teacher decided it would be a good idea to put me in goal, for the top team, for one hockey match. There were 4 games groups in our year- I was in the 3rd group, which was one above the asthmatics, the epileptics and the girl with the metal hand. Because I wasn't actually disabled you see, just very very bad at sport.
Somehow, even though I knew the levels of my incompetence, I constructed a Girls of St Clares-esque fantasy where I would become a hockey champion, become extremely popular and successful, and would be lauded by the school and beyond. This was not to be.
1) We were playing the extremely posh (and talented) girls school from up the road
2) Much of the regular team were also not there, meaning that much more ball action actually reached me than I had imagined
3) I was disgustingly hungover, having got drunk for one of the first times in my life the night before.
We lost. 11-0. I slunk home.
( , Fri 15 Oct 2004, 13:31, Reply)
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