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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Never competed at sports day, was too much of a nerd
However PE in general was f**king aweful. We had 3 welsh PE teachers who only taught rugby, who used to love showing us where we were to grab each other during a scrum.
But the rugby wasn't the worst bit, no. It was the shower afterwards that everybody feared. Aged 13-14, we were all told to strip off and we were then herded into the open plan showers, single file, being counted in one at a time. Normally you'd expect someone to just count without using your hands... but no, one of the said welsh PE teachers counted each boy in by slapping his pert young behind.
A few of us soon cottoned on that this was a bad thing to happen, so we managed to cram 6 of us into a toilet cubicle, waiting until everone was out and dressed again before emerging with washed faces, smelling of Lynx spray.
This was about ten years ago, and as far as I am aware 'Mr E' as we shall call him is still slapping away merrily.
( , Sat 1 Apr 2006, 22:08, Reply)
However PE in general was f**king aweful. We had 3 welsh PE teachers who only taught rugby, who used to love showing us where we were to grab each other during a scrum.
But the rugby wasn't the worst bit, no. It was the shower afterwards that everybody feared. Aged 13-14, we were all told to strip off and we were then herded into the open plan showers, single file, being counted in one at a time. Normally you'd expect someone to just count without using your hands... but no, one of the said welsh PE teachers counted each boy in by slapping his pert young behind.
A few of us soon cottoned on that this was a bad thing to happen, so we managed to cram 6 of us into a toilet cubicle, waiting until everone was out and dressed again before emerging with washed faces, smelling of Lynx spray.
This was about ten years ago, and as far as I am aware 'Mr E' as we shall call him is still slapping away merrily.
( , Sat 1 Apr 2006, 22:08, Reply)
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