School Sports Day
At some point in the distant past, someone at my school had built a large concrete tank behind the sheds and called it a swimming pool. Proud of this, they had a "Swimming Sports Day" in which everyone had to participate, even those who couldn't swim (they got to walk across the shallow end of the tank).
This would probably have been OK if the pool hadn't turned a deep opaque green the night before due to lack of maintainance. Even the school sports stars didn't want to go near the gloopy mess in the pool. We were practically pushed in. I'm sure some of the younger kids never surfaced again and the non-swimmers looked petrified.
Tell us your sports day horrors.
( , Thu 30 Mar 2006, 11:13)
At some point in the distant past, someone at my school had built a large concrete tank behind the sheds and called it a swimming pool. Proud of this, they had a "Swimming Sports Day" in which everyone had to participate, even those who couldn't swim (they got to walk across the shallow end of the tank).
This would probably have been OK if the pool hadn't turned a deep opaque green the night before due to lack of maintainance. Even the school sports stars didn't want to go near the gloopy mess in the pool. We were practically pushed in. I'm sure some of the younger kids never surfaced again and the non-swimmers looked petrified.
Tell us your sports day horrors.
( , Thu 30 Mar 2006, 11:13)
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Shot Putting or lack thereof.
Being one of the the most bone-idle (pretending to trip in rounders so I'd get out was one of my specials) yet oddly strong girls in class I got lumbered with the shot putt event.
Our classes were all battling against each other in a desperate attempt to be victorious so it was very important I attend the event which happened to be the only one held after school the evening before Sports Day.
Cut to me wandering past the sad bastards hefting heavy balls at some painted grass, smoking a fag and hurrying home to watch Thundercats.
Next day I got the living crap beaten out of me and got called a slag for letting the class down on our oh-so special sports day. Four hours later our class had lost in a spectacular way which would have happened with or without my help. The beatings quickly stopped when everyone else realised they were just as shite as me. Result!
( , Thu 30 Mar 2006, 13:32, Reply)
Being one of the the most bone-idle (pretending to trip in rounders so I'd get out was one of my specials) yet oddly strong girls in class I got lumbered with the shot putt event.
Our classes were all battling against each other in a desperate attempt to be victorious so it was very important I attend the event which happened to be the only one held after school the evening before Sports Day.
Cut to me wandering past the sad bastards hefting heavy balls at some painted grass, smoking a fag and hurrying home to watch Thundercats.
Next day I got the living crap beaten out of me and got called a slag for letting the class down on our oh-so special sports day. Four hours later our class had lost in a spectacular way which would have happened with or without my help. The beatings quickly stopped when everyone else realised they were just as shite as me. Result!
( , Thu 30 Mar 2006, 13:32, Reply)
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