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 was the fat kidAnd I hated to run, and my Grade 8 teacher LOVED to run. So naturally, she made us run every morning before class - outside down a forest path. Of course, I'd be the slowest, I'd pant, wheeze, cough up blood and cheese and slowly my legs would shut down, and everyone would have to wait for me to finish, which was completely embarrassing.
So, being the artistic fat kid that I was, I got up early one morning and coloured a very realistic bruise on my ankle with eye shadow. I got to school, and jogged off a'ways and pretended to slip on a slippery rock. Hobbling back to my teacher I showed her the terrible bruise and was finally relieved of the spirit-crushing activity.
(, Thu 6 Apr 2006, 6:37, Reply)
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