Like Winnie the Pooh in Rabbit's House
A lot of the stories in this thread seem to mention that the person writing it was the plump/wierd kid at school, so I don't feel so bad owning up to that myself. Only I wasn't the plump kid. I was the fat kid.
In some ways this served me well in later life; the remorseless bullying of the porky taught me to be quick-witted and funny enough not to get punched, and it eventually gave me the motivation to start exercising and become really very sporty and fit.
But that came later. At twelve, I was the fat kid. So stout, no less, that I used to argue that you should be allowed to weigh one stone for every year of age - and even then I didn't meet my own criteria.

On rainy days, games lessons were usually held indoors in teh school sports hall, where the games teachers would build a sort of assault course from the various kit and ropes and climbing bars and so on and force us to do it. One day, halfway round, I was clambering between a pair of wall bars when I got stuck. My chubby little legs waved futilely in the air and I pushed with my arms but my tummy was firmly wedged.
After a while the kid behind me shouted. "Sir! Davywavy's stuck, sir!" The class went quiet and turned to stare at me as I turned redder and redder and tried to wriggle free. The teacher came over, looked, and started laughing before catching himself and looking concerned instead. He grabbed my legs and shoved hard and I came free, as the kid standing next to me made that finger-in-the-mouth popping noise, like a cork coming out of a bottle. It was then the games teacher lost his composure and started laughing, and everyone else joined in. For years, the sound of cork-popping haunted me.

So there you have it - the funniest thing ever to happen at school.
It was me.
(davywavy, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 11:53, 1 reply)

have a
sympathy click :(
(Gazebo will eat you on, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 12:35, closed)