Here we go again. Who shall I pick on? Hmm, Mungo sounds like a good choice! The setting, back at primary school (elementary), it seems like the most bizzare fun things happened there. It's summer.
Since NZ is an island, ie. surrounded by water, the Government thought it a good idea to make swimming classes in NZ primary schools mandatory. Was a smart move. A stupid move was them canceling that mandate a few years after me and my contemporaries had moved on. Fast forward 10 years and bingo, drownings go up...by a lot, so the Government in their infinite wisdom re-instated the swimming programs, but I digress.
The primary school swimming pool. Ahh, so much fun, running around the pool. Jumping in the pool to see who could make the biggest splash and practicing what I later in life have found out, to be a mild form of waterboarding. So of course, when it's time for swimming class in the middle of a hot summer day with no A/C, boy, do we wanna swim! Hmm, math or swim, hell, even us country folk aren't that dense.
Of course like any other military academy (aka primary school) run by fascists (them teachers who hate kids...so why be a primary school teacher? hmmm) we have to line up in an orderly fashion. Ugh, now you know that takes forever. Finally, off we march like good little worker ants to the swimming pool area! YAY.
In we rush to the boys changing room, and get changed as fast as possible so that...we can give each other a boost up the dividing wall between the girl and boys changing rooms. Why? Because there was a small gap between the wall and the roof of the changing sheds. Builder must have been a man with a vision (or simply sucked at his job). Anyway, of course the girls would notice from time to time which would send whichever boy plummeting back to the floor, amid all of our laughter at getting busted.
On this particular day, same as usual, and once we are finished with changing and our lame attempt at perving out we are sitting on the long bench that runs parallel with the swimming pool. Can we go into the water yet? NO. Why? Because Mungo is still getting changed! Why is he taking so long? Mungo has got himself a nice pair of new goggles, which he is having to adjust for that perfect fit, because as you know, we are all deep sea divers.
So here we are, all sitting down in our swimming gear waiting for Mungo, even the teacher cracks a joke about Mungo taking so long, so when Mungo emerges from the changing room, everybody is looking on with impatient furrowed brow.
So enarmoured with his new goggles, (he is still playing with them as he emerges) it seems that Mungo forgot to do something. The class is kinda in shock, trying to take in the spectacle of Mungo walking towards us with a big smug grin, his new goggles and .... nothing else!
Yep, Mungo forgot to put on his swimming trunks. Here is Mungo, starkers! And he still doesn't know! 'Handy' Andy yells "Mungo" and points down frantically at the same time. Mungo looks down and "OH SHIT" covers himself with hands, turns tail and runs for it while the whole class, teacher included explodes into peels of laughter.
I've never seen somebodies face go so red, so fast! Nice goggles Mungo, nice goggles.
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