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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anti bullying gone wrong.
Every year i won the three legged (well two years when i was 6 and 7. My partner shall be called Amy for that was her name, we were the best 3 legged team a small rural primary had the pleasure to witness.
But when i was 8, they desided to take Amy away, and tie me to the fat girl (Teresa Mogg, who genuinly wished to be called Mog Mogg who had already put me in hospital 3 times in my short school life) in there stratergy of "working together to over come bullying".
well obviosly we lost. so she pushed me over, while still tied together, and it was another trip to A&E.
( , Fri 31 Mar 2006, 11:17, Reply)
Every year i won the three legged (well two years when i was 6 and 7. My partner shall be called Amy for that was her name, we were the best 3 legged team a small rural primary had the pleasure to witness.
But when i was 8, they desided to take Amy away, and tie me to the fat girl (Teresa Mogg, who genuinly wished to be called Mog Mogg who had already put me in hospital 3 times in my short school life) in there stratergy of "working together to over come bullying".
well obviosly we lost. so she pushed me over, while still tied together, and it was another trip to A&E.
( , Fri 31 Mar 2006, 11:17, Reply)
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