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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As a lad...
I attended a tiny piss-poor primary with 93 pupils. The one race I won at sports day was the illustrious Beanbag on Head Race. Mum said it was because I had a square head. Cow.
My brother entered the sack race and came in last because his feet were so large, he couldn't get them in the sack. He cried.
At our swimming gala I was set to win the backstroke until Ben "Cunting" Stevens swam into my feet and I fell back to last. Once day I will murder him and regain my honour.
( , Thu 30 Mar 2006, 13:38, Reply)
I attended a tiny piss-poor primary with 93 pupils. The one race I won at sports day was the illustrious Beanbag on Head Race. Mum said it was because I had a square head. Cow.
My brother entered the sack race and came in last because his feet were so large, he couldn't get them in the sack. He cried.
At our swimming gala I was set to win the backstroke until Ben "Cunting" Stevens swam into my feet and I fell back to last. Once day I will murder him and regain my honour.
( , Thu 30 Mar 2006, 13:38, Reply)
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