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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...that day rolled around when the jocks got to run around in an unfettered orgy of testosterone fuelled activity. I hate sports of all descriptions (except maybe midget tossing and lawn bowls). As usual, the creepy geography teacher had erecteed the poles with those old metal tannoy loudspeakers which bounced any audio fed to them around the sports fields until it became a howling mass of glass shards. The one good side of this is that people were allowed to bring in tapes to play - mostly death metal that year (ages me a bit...). I decided that 'Rocket Queen' by Guns n' Roses would make a nice addition to the playlist and nearly pissed myself laughing when half way through the song a lady starts to have an orgasm at ear drum shattering levels. The entire day ground to a halt with panicking teachers and dropped jaws all around. Result!
( , Fri 31 Mar 2006, 4:07, Reply)
...that day rolled around when the jocks got to run around in an unfettered orgy of testosterone fuelled activity. I hate sports of all descriptions (except maybe midget tossing and lawn bowls). As usual, the creepy geography teacher had erecteed the poles with those old metal tannoy loudspeakers which bounced any audio fed to them around the sports fields until it became a howling mass of glass shards. The one good side of this is that people were allowed to bring in tapes to play - mostly death metal that year (ages me a bit...). I decided that 'Rocket Queen' by Guns n' Roses would make a nice addition to the playlist and nearly pissed myself laughing when half way through the song a lady starts to have an orgasm at ear drum shattering levels. The entire day ground to a halt with panicking teachers and dropped jaws all around. Result!
( , Fri 31 Mar 2006, 4:07, Reply)
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