Did you go to school in the 50/60/70's? Don't miss out!

[oldius]

My uncle was forced to sit on all fours while his brother was lay across his back and beaten with a strap by the Christian Brothers. Now that is f**ked up!

 

[happyman]

My uncle was forced to sit on all fours while his brother was lay across his back and beaten with a strap by the Christian Brothers. Now that is f**ked up!

My mother battered my headmistress for strapping me when I was 5 for nothing more than not finishing my food at the canteen.

 

[Deepest Blue]

Thankfully we dont ' hit ' children nowadays and they are far respectful for it.

Agree that shouldn't hit kids but let's not pretend that kids are more respectful.
Many are but the fucked up ones are horrendous. Not necessarily their fault as their domestic circumstances and prospects are diminishing by the year therefore there will be an inevitable rise in anti social behaviour as a consequence.

 

[dronefromsector7G]

Ah, that picture evokes memories of my school days... The chalk laden blackboard erasing pad that every teacher had in their armoury, I remember it well.

Well as in flung at me in 78 iirc actually by a certain West Hill boys school maths teacher, Mr Knight. He caught me talking at the back in class and must have have flung it 10 yards to hit me straight on the forehead. Chalk dust cloud and bruise had kids cackling in amusement to my shame and embarrassment. He never caught me talking in class again.

Teachers(many, not all) were cruel in those days, my school was a bit Dickensian-like. Like something out of Oliver Twist. Cruel and fuckin' twisted alright! And asking for more often meant more physical punishment was inflicted!

In the first year kids were judged by their academic ability from A-F. I started in B class but was demoted to C at the end of term. I wanted to join the school band but was bluntly refused. "Only class A and class B are allowed"... I could have been the next Louis Armstrong for all they knew. Judge-mental cunts!

I always seemed to to be getting thrashed with a cane on the hand or six of the best on the backside with the 'pump'. I must have had a cute little ass that appealed. I was a fairly bright lad, albeit a bit cheeky and mischievous. I was tall and looking back I think I was a bit of a target for some of them to take their anger out on. I suppose I 'deserved' some of it. No answering back almost zero reasoning. Some of those draconian like teachers were bullies and they would try and "thrash you within an inch of your life", like Floyd's ' Brick in the wall' goes.

Our PE teacher Mr Abbott used to watch us in the showers after football I would often tell us to bend over and scrub mud and grass stains off our knees and shins in the showers. As a sexually naive teenager I had no idea that he was leering at us lads for his own sexual gratification, and several years later he was jailed as a paedo-vile.

I'm almost certain there were a few other teachers involved but he was the one that got found out by taking his computer to be repaired . Extreme pornographic images of young kids were found and rightly reported to the police. He never tried any sexual deviance on with me though, good job as i would have kicked him as hard I could in the bollocks! I was truly sickened and disgusted when I found out of his conviction, I just hope that prison warders turn a blind eye to paedos like him.

I played football at school and we didn't have a sports indoor hall large enough for five a side so we used to play at the local Sids sports centre in the town. I remember playing against Stuart Hall(as he trained there) I I tackled him hard and he fell down. I knew then what I know now I would have kicked him in the head and stamped on it. Bloody weirdo!

My Geography teacher Mr Clitheroe once said "you will never do in life lad, not anything". I thought "fuck you sir" and next Geography exam I came top with 96%. I cheekily quipped "I thought you said I'd never do anything sir".... The miserable **** was silenced. No well done lad or any kind words of encouragement, nothing a shoulder shruging scowl.

Looking back my school life was blighted by teachers who would (it seemed) rather torment me than mentor me. I soon got fed up of being punished and lost interest with lack of encouragement from most teachers, dropping down to D(dunce) class. in the fifth year of school half my last year was spent wagging it down Manchester. On Tib in one of the several pet shops or larking about in the Arndale or Piccadilly gardens. The underground market was my favourite place though, looking through punk records and clothes, it was place I loved to be, free from the burden of bullying teachers.

I left school with 2 exams and failed them both on purpose. Most kids went up to the teachers for them to sign their bible as a leaving gift....I walked out of the school gate, turned around and give all the teachers a big fuck off V-sign before throwing my bible down the grid. That was what school life did to me. It took me several years to work my way up to get a decent job but I've done alright in life since. So proud of my eldest daughter leaving university with a first class nursing degree last year.

I have named and shamed several of my teachers, and they fuckin' should feel ashamed, the bastards! I was a rebel without a cause and deemed a failure. Given a fair chance I would have smashed it and gone on to uni. But they smashed me....But hey-ho, such is life...

'Pump' was a soft rubber sole of a sports shoe/sneaker, and some of my teachers were expert sadists in this form of punishment: (

This song sums up my school life everytime I hear it.

Those were the happiest daze of my life: /

Here you go mods. It’s not his fault!

 

[oldius]

Agree that shouldn't hit kids but let's not pretend that kids are more respectful.
Many are but the fucked up ones are horrendous. Not necessarily their fault as their domestic circumstances and prospects are diminishing by the year therefore there will be an inevitable rise in anti social behaviour as a consequence.

It is unfortunate that schools are now often expected to replace the care for children that family and community used to provide.

I am a teacher and when I first moved into teaching, I volunteered at a school specialising in the education of children who had been expelled from mainstream education because of their behaviour. On my second day, I noticed a teacher packing boxes and I asked her what she was doing. She ran a charity at the school and was making food parcels to send home to the families of 12 of the pupils who would otherwise not be fed. I never expected to hear what I heard in that school about the backgrounds of the children and what they had faced in life; it was truly horrendous. At least, in her, they had someone who really wanted to make their lives better, rather than some of the teachers I had, who were psychopaths in tweed.

 

[Magicpole]

My uncle was forced to sit on all fours while his brother was lay across his back and beaten with a strap by the Christian Brothers. Now that is f**ked up!

Are you talking about The Christian Fucked Up Brothers? Heard of them. Cunts.

 

[Magicpole]

It is unfortunate that schools are now often expected to replace the care for children that family and community used to provide.

I am a teacher and when I first moved into teaching, I volunteered at a school specialising in the education of children who had been expelled from mainstream education because of their behaviour. On my second day, I noticed a teacher packing boxes and I asked her what she was doing. She ran a charity at the school and was making food parcels to send home to the families of 12 of the pupils who would otherwise not be fed. I never expected to hear what I heard in that school about the backgrounds of the children and what they had faced in life; it was truly horrendous. At least, in her, they had someone who really wanted to make their lives better, rather than some of the teachers I had, who were psychopaths in tweed.

some of the teachers I had, who were psychopaths in tweed.[/QUOTE]

I have two beautiful Harris Tweed jackets. Thank you very much.

 

[oldius]

some of the teachers I had, who were psychopaths in tweed.

I have two beautiful Harris Tweed jackets. Thank you very much.[/QUOTE]

The man beneath the tweed is what counts and these guys were nuts.

 

[Magicpole]

I have two beautiful Harris Tweed jackets. Thank you very much.

The man beneath the tweed is what counts and these guys were nuts.[/QUOTE]

I know. I was joking. Had a couple myself. A Geograhy principal and an Art teacher. We had major fallouts.

 

[Magicpole]

My mother battered my headmistress for strapping me when I was 5 for nothing more than not finishing my food at the canteen.

I got the belt in Primary1, second day. Black Polly the cunting teacher called it. I put a curse on that woman there and then. She died in a fire weeks later, still looking for the arsonist.