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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sports afternoons in general
by year nine, i had demonstrated sufficiently by total disdain for any sporting activities and was thus permitted to do unsupervised cross-country. unsupervised = loosely supervised by mr bayes ["you... cross country lot. yes, you. go to the public park around a mile away and run around there for a bit." at some point it changed to orienteering in the surrounding streets; the area in which we were allowed to roam were defined by the local drinking holes. this continued to year ten.
year eleven, we had mr amery for badminton/squash/table tennis at the public sports centre. amazing the number of times we got lost en route and ended up getting stoned at my mate's.
happy days
( , Sun 2 Apr 2006, 21:56, Reply)
by year nine, i had demonstrated sufficiently by total disdain for any sporting activities and was thus permitted to do unsupervised cross-country. unsupervised = loosely supervised by mr bayes ["you... cross country lot. yes, you. go to the public park around a mile away and run around there for a bit." at some point it changed to orienteering in the surrounding streets; the area in which we were allowed to roam were defined by the local drinking holes. this continued to year ten.
year eleven, we had mr amery for badminton/squash/table tennis at the public sports centre. amazing the number of times we got lost en route and ended up getting stoned at my mate's.
happy days
( , Sun 2 Apr 2006, 21:56, Reply)
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