My eyes! My eyes!
Year 6 school camp to some run-down dump in the hills outside Adelaide, South Australia where there was bugger all to do aside from play on the decrepit play equipment next to the prison-like accomodation... so seconds after arriving, off we go and play.
Best fun was found on the giant "witches hat" which is like a cone of metal bars resting on a large pole that you could hang off/spin around at high speed, causing much hilarity as various kids spun off the thing crashing in the dirt, got slammed by the spinning metal (it must have weighed about two tonnes, no kidding, it was made of old railway lines) and so on.
About half an hour in, by which time all the students had tried it out, one started rubbing his eyes.
Then another one started. And another. And another etc etc etc.
By lunchtime, the overworked school nurse had given up and called an ambulance, by dinnertime the entire camp had been emptied by a series of busses taking 40 or so kids to hospital to have tiny flakes of rusted metal removed from their eyeballs.
Everyone ended up with at least one eyepatch, more than half had both eyes covered and the whole year was absent for about three weeks as we recovered.
Still it wasn't as bad as the time we went on a trip to go skiing and the school floozy promised I could put my hand down her pants once we were there... and then one of the teachers fell ill at the last minute and was replaced by a parent. Mine.
( difficultchild, Fri 8 Dec 2006, 5:20, Reply)