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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I didn't really have much to do with sports days as a lad - They were always on Wednesday afternoons, and us of the Cricket team always played on Wednesday's.
Anyway stories abound of a number of so-called teachers and their methods of knowledge dispersal; 'Piggy', who refereed every type of sport from his Merc; 'Roger', who was only useful as a teacher whilst drunk, which happily was the norm; Jim Luck, possibly the most stand up decent man ever to grace the face of the Earth, who used to regale us with tales of playing rugby against prison teams when he was at Durham; 'Mike', who was tormented by both swimming pool and javelin related incidents and Mad Freddy Evans - the man, the myth, one hell of a Chemistry teacher and possibly the most talented Ping Pong exponent since Desmond Douglas - Selective Schools, don't you love them!
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I didn't really have much to do with sports days as a lad - They were always on Wednesday afternoons, and us of the Cricket team always played on Wednesday's.
Anyway stories abound of a number of so-called teachers and their methods of knowledge dispersal; 'Piggy', who refereed every type of sport from his Merc; 'Roger', who was only useful as a teacher whilst drunk, which happily was the norm; Jim Luck, possibly the most stand up decent man ever to grace the face of the Earth, who used to regale us with tales of playing rugby against prison teams when he was at Durham; 'Mike', who was tormented by both swimming pool and javelin related incidents and Mad Freddy Evans - the man, the myth, one hell of a Chemistry teacher and possibly the most talented Ping Pong exponent since Desmond Douglas - Selective Schools, don't you love them!
( , Sun 2 Apr 2006, 21:11, Reply)
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