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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Sack Race HilarityProbably the most sought after event by my peers because of its novelty value. This meant that only the most popular got to participate as they'd scowl at you if you put your hand up when asked. Finally, one year I managed to wangle my way into it after a few abscences. On the starting line I was placed next to Adam, a fairly popular kid but one who wasn't cruel to those in the lower echilons of school yard society. The race started and the other kids bounded off into the distance as I hopped then fell, hopped then fell, hopped then fell...
I was ready to go beetroot red, there is everyone at the end and i'm not even half way down. I had a nervous look around and behind me, collapsed on the floor in hysterics was Adam - he'd hardly got going!
I had two choices, keep going and let him be remembered for being awful at the sack race or start laughing and roll around on the floor with him. I didn't have a choice, I looked at the teacher willing us on like her life depended on us finishing and was overcome with laughter. After a few minutes we managed to get up and hop a bit further to the end but it was too much. We collapsed and sat giggling like school girls in the middle of the track. They set the next race up and we got dragged to the side, told off and sent back to our teams mats. He hardly said a word, he gave a knowing look and a pat on the back and I said "See Ya". He went back to being Mr. Popular and I went back to being the know-it-all swot but we both shared that wonderful moment where we both realised how absurd School Sports Days are.
Shame he turned into a cunt.
(, Fri 31 Mar 2006, 19:13, Reply)
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