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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Sparky's Silver Dreams
My one moment of sport glory: I came in second in the whole school for a splendid performance in the 100m. Three cheers and a tiger for me; for the first time the PE teacher is looking at me without a trace of irony or despair. Immediately thereafter was a 500m and I was encouraged to repeat my stellar performance and change the course of my school career.
Came dead last.
F*cksocks, thought me, and disappeared forgotten into the bushes for a comforting Benson & Hedges. I was up to about 3 packs a week. Oh, and I was 11.
( , Tue 4 Apr 2006, 13:42, Reply)
My one moment of sport glory: I came in second in the whole school for a splendid performance in the 100m. Three cheers and a tiger for me; for the first time the PE teacher is looking at me without a trace of irony or despair. Immediately thereafter was a 500m and I was encouraged to repeat my stellar performance and change the course of my school career.
Came dead last.
F*cksocks, thought me, and disappeared forgotten into the bushes for a comforting Benson & Hedges. I was up to about 3 packs a week. Oh, and I was 11.
( , Tue 4 Apr 2006, 13:42, Reply)
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