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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Spare a thought for the unco-ordinated
I've never been good at sport and I've never been competitive.
I remember not being able to skip when I was a youngun and every year there was a sports day skipping relay event.
After pitiful attempts at the sack race and egg and spoon, during which my mam is in a frenzy, screaming at me to hurry up and beat the other kids (right next to their respective parents, my mother was never an expert at tact), I'm ready to call it a day and have a nice ice lolly.
But no, tis skipping time.
I repeatedly begged my teacher to let me sit this one out as I can't skip only to be told that everyone has to participate.
I ended up running my length of the relay, skipping rope in hand and blubbing like a baby all the way to the other side.
Everyone else could skip, even the boys. I felt a failure as a little girl and a human being...
What made it worse was my Mother rallying me on, then other parents start to take pity on me and they start shouting too, eventually i got a little round of applause when I reached the end, tear-stained and humiliated!!
Ah happy memories...
( , Fri 31 Mar 2006, 15:19, Reply)
I've never been good at sport and I've never been competitive.
I remember not being able to skip when I was a youngun and every year there was a sports day skipping relay event.
After pitiful attempts at the sack race and egg and spoon, during which my mam is in a frenzy, screaming at me to hurry up and beat the other kids (right next to their respective parents, my mother was never an expert at tact), I'm ready to call it a day and have a nice ice lolly.
But no, tis skipping time.
I repeatedly begged my teacher to let me sit this one out as I can't skip only to be told that everyone has to participate.
I ended up running my length of the relay, skipping rope in hand and blubbing like a baby all the way to the other side.
Everyone else could skip, even the boys. I felt a failure as a little girl and a human being...
What made it worse was my Mother rallying me on, then other parents start to take pity on me and they start shouting too, eventually i got a little round of applause when I reached the end, tear-stained and humiliated!!
Ah happy memories...
( , Fri 31 Mar 2006, 15:19, Reply)
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