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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Really out of my depth
Whilst at school I volunteered for a sposored swim mainly due to the fact that it meant you got out of a few lessons and that there would be girls there (I attended and all boys school so this was quite a novelty).
Unfortunately I was not exactly what one would call a 'swimmer' let alone a 'good swimmer' and on the big day I was floundering on my first length whilst being lapped by the majority of the field; worst of all as I neared the end of the pool I panicked and started scrambling, went underwater and banged my head against the side of the pool.
I was dragged out vomiting and with a nasty head wound that left me covered in blood. I recall looking up and hearing someone shout out "Mark Spitz" before passing out and being taken to hospital by my embarassed Dad.
On a bright note, I raised fourteen quid for cancer research due to having the foresight to demand everyone donated 'all in'.
( , Fri 15 Oct 2004, 16:50, Reply)
Whilst at school I volunteered for a sposored swim mainly due to the fact that it meant you got out of a few lessons and that there would be girls there (I attended and all boys school so this was quite a novelty).
Unfortunately I was not exactly what one would call a 'swimmer' let alone a 'good swimmer' and on the big day I was floundering on my first length whilst being lapped by the majority of the field; worst of all as I neared the end of the pool I panicked and started scrambling, went underwater and banged my head against the side of the pool.
I was dragged out vomiting and with a nasty head wound that left me covered in blood. I recall looking up and hearing someone shout out "Mark Spitz" before passing out and being taken to hospital by my embarassed Dad.
On a bright note, I raised fourteen quid for cancer research due to having the foresight to demand everyone donated 'all in'.
( , Fri 15 Oct 2004, 16:50, Reply)
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