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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PE was torture before I even left the changing roombecause my sports kit consisted of -
- my much older sister's old hockey boots, enormously too big for me. I never actually grew into them
- viscose shorts which re-creased themselves instantly and horribly in my bag, no matter how well they were ironed, causing endless bollockings and detentions
- worst of all, an aertex blouse on which my father had kindly fabric-painted my name, surrounded by the school colours, identical to the badges given out for sporting prowess. Made me look like the fake medal-wearing Idi Amin of Grammar School sports.
One year I was forced to compete in a long-jump, and somehow managed to land sliding on my arse.
RRRRIIIIP!
The crotch of my hated crease-happy culottes parted and I spent the rest of the afternoon wearing them as a sort of bizarre tailed kilt.
The humiliation was worth it though as I managed to convince my mother that they were irreparable and bin them, to be replaced with some more normal shorts. Result!
(, Sat 1 Apr 2006, 16:09, Reply)
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