School Sports DayAt 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.
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chthonic, Thu 30 Mar 2006, 11:13)
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The lovely Miss WaterhouseMiss Waterhouse was in her mid-twenties when she joined my (boys, state, grammar) school, which had a good water polo tradition. She was admired for much more than her teaching abilities - tall, blond, and breasts like two puppies fighting in a bag. She did art.
Anyway, some bright spark came up with the idea of a boys vs staff water polo match. Word got round that Waterhouse was involved. That lunchtime, no-one (save a few odd types) was outside. Everyone was by the sides of the pool.
Waterhouse entered. She was in a red Baywatch-style swimsuit.
Sharp intakes of breath reverberated around the room.
From what I recall, the boys won the match.
What I recall much more vividly, is that us spectators were very, very reluctant to leave the pool at the end of the match. We all wanted to see her get out of the pool in her resplendently moist glory. After five minutes of hectoring, the teachers hauled us all out on pain of detention.
Funnily enough, there wasn't a staff vs boys match the next year. Can't imagine why.
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Parmesan Quality b4 Quantity, Thu 30 Mar 2006, 20:14,
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