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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Beware little girls in shorts
They made us play footy in year seven. It was an all-girls school, so hey, what could possibly go wrong?
Well, apart from a head on snarling collision, full of squealing and cursing, which was puled apart by the teachers after someone yelled BLOOD.
Well, I don't deny that thirteen yearold girls are vicious little buggers, but the one and only injury of the game wasn't actually inflicted by another girl. Poor Mary tripped over the ball and hit somebody's face with her shoulder, causing her glasses to chip and sink into her cheek.
Well, face wounds always bleed a lot, so the three of us who took her back to sick bay were just a little battle-weay looking. All the people we passed along the way gave us strange looks, can't think why.
( , Fri 31 Mar 2006, 23:29, Reply)
They made us play footy in year seven. It was an all-girls school, so hey, what could possibly go wrong?
Well, apart from a head on snarling collision, full of squealing and cursing, which was puled apart by the teachers after someone yelled BLOOD.
Well, I don't deny that thirteen yearold girls are vicious little buggers, but the one and only injury of the game wasn't actually inflicted by another girl. Poor Mary tripped over the ball and hit somebody's face with her shoulder, causing her glasses to chip and sink into her cheek.
Well, face wounds always bleed a lot, so the three of us who took her back to sick bay were just a little battle-weay looking. All the people we passed along the way gave us strange looks, can't think why.
( , Fri 31 Mar 2006, 23:29, Reply)
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