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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I ate my potato on a spoonI was always crap at sports. Picture the chubby looking girl jumping up and down expectantly trying to catch the eye of the team captain to get picked for the team...and then getting picked last. Yes that was me.
I hated sports day. Why couldn't there be an arts day, where we celebrate the prowess of the best school's artists, and give THEM nice shiny trophies???
Anyway, I lost the potato and spoon race (we didn't have real boiled eggs for some reason - probably because the potatos could be picked up and used again and again without disintegrating).
So I sat on the sidelines and ate my potato. Raw.
I was hungry and there was nothing else to eat and I didn't want anyone else to have it. For some reason this random act of piggyness felt like I was getting them all back for their unfairness and shortsightedness. Strangely enough, it also tasted pretty good and has spawned a life-long addiction to raw food, including bacon, steak and of course sushi.
(, Tue 4 Apr 2006, 19:36, Reply)
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