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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Another one
God,i must be such a geek,i have tons of stories for this one!
For our cross country,we had to wear PE knickers (horrid red and green giant panties)and scamper along this big muddy field.But first,to escape the school field,we had to jump over the brook.
The 'brook' is a kinda muddy ditch which sometimes had a trickle of muddy crap at the bottom. The generally accepted method of getting over the thing was to all join hands in a line,and hold onto each other as we kinda go down then up again.
Its a bit of a bugger,however for the 1st and last person. More so for the last. Which was usually a kinda slow,nerdy kid. Which was usually me.
So every week,i fell into a muddy shithole. Or was dragged. Ill never know.
( , Fri 31 Mar 2006, 16:59, Reply)
God,i must be such a geek,i have tons of stories for this one!
For our cross country,we had to wear PE knickers (horrid red and green giant panties)and scamper along this big muddy field.But first,to escape the school field,we had to jump over the brook.
The 'brook' is a kinda muddy ditch which sometimes had a trickle of muddy crap at the bottom. The generally accepted method of getting over the thing was to all join hands in a line,and hold onto each other as we kinda go down then up again.
Its a bit of a bugger,however for the 1st and last person. More so for the last. Which was usually a kinda slow,nerdy kid. Which was usually me.
So every week,i fell into a muddy shithole. Or was dragged. Ill never know.
( , Fri 31 Mar 2006, 16:59, Reply)
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