BlueMoonRisin’
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I went to West Hill High for boys in 76 and I hated most of the teachers because they were cruel sadistic bullying thugs and some were nonces, although none ever touched me or I'd have fuckin' twatted them.
I got caned on the hand or pumped(or slipper) on the arse regularly probably because I was a bit too cheeky and insolent for my own good, but most teachers treated me with contempt that's when I showed them the rebel in me. And quite a few teachers had it in for me. Looking back on school my education was blighted by teachers who had more interest in punishing me than teaching me!
I remember in the third year when my Geography teacher Mr Clitheroe told me - "You'll never amount to anything in life, you'll always be a failure. You probably won't get a job and if you do it'll be on the bins!" He hated me and the feeling was mutual but Geography was one of my favourite subjects. After his nasty tirade I thought "fuck you sir, I'll show you I ain't thick, you ****", so I did. Next exam I came top with 96%, not bad to say I hadn't revised. He read out the lads names in ascending order and each boy left the room. When he read out my name i was the only one left. I thought he'd congratulate me, maybe shake my hand or even pat me on the back with a "well done lad". No, he just stood there shoulders slumped with a bemused stare till he quipped"off you go then lad". At least I didn't get the slipper, and he was an expert at inflicting maximum bum cheek pain!
Quite a few have mentioned being hit by a chalkboard duster. I remember when Mr Knight caught me talking at the back of the class about 15m from him. Quick as a flash he launched his duster at me and the wodden edge hit my left eyebrow causing it to bleed, much to the amusement of several of my classmates.
I was quite a bright kid but had no chance of getting an education with all the physical and mental abuse I received so I just ended up fooling around. I remember my Environmental studies teacher Mr Hornby. He was a long haired pacifist hippy and a nice guy but he was a but dopey. He never realised me sneaking up behind him to cut a chunk out of his hair but several classmates did and they pissed themselves laughing!
I remember being in Metalwork one day when Mr Rigby nipped out for a crafty ciggie. My mate Dave was messing about on the furnace with the bunsen burner in hand. "Go and have a look round and see what you can find me to burn, mate" he said. I found him a metal hammer in a cupboard that someone had made. I threw it on the coals and it soon turned into molten metal. "Fuckin' ace, go and see what else you can find". I returned with a big full tin of flux so that went on and it went up in flames, literally, burning the gloss paint on the ceiling! He asked me again to have a look for something else to burn so off I want rummaging around till I looked in Mr Rigby's desk drawer and found his sterling silver compass and petractor set in a posh pale blue leather and pig skin lined case which had his name embossed when he graduated from uni.
I walked back to Dave saying "look what I've found mate"... "What is it?" he asked. I opened the case and his eyes lit up. "Get it on then lad".. "Dare me"?.. "I dare you"! I threw it on and within no time the case was burned and the silver globules slipped effortlessly through the coals! Soon afterwards Mr Rigby returned some 15 minutes later from his cig break . It was nearing the end of lesson so he told everyone to pack up. "Right lads, I seem to be missing my compass and petractor set, if anyone has had it then return it now". Nobody spoke. I looked at Dave and he looked at me rather sheepishly and nervous. Quite a few were getting frustrated and started grumbling and mumbling. We all stood there what seemed about 5 minutes before he said - "Nobody leaves till it's returned so own up, who's had it"? A rather croaky voiced 14 year old BMR uttered "me sir, I took it"... "Put it back in my drawer then you can all leave"... "I can't sir"... "What do you mean, you can't?"... "I burned it on the furnace sir". His face instantly turned to rage before frogmarching to the furnace! After seeing several silver globules amongst the ash he grabbed the back of my shirt collar and dragged me to the front of the class to then hang me on a coat hook whilst bitch slapping me several times, much to the amusement of my cackling classmates. Dave looked at me worrying I'd grass him up but I didn't. I deserved that punishment because I shouldn't have burned his cherished compass and petractor set.
In the 4th year I started wagging school with another mate and we'd go down town hanging around our favourite haunts that were Tibb st, The Underground Market, and the Arndale centre. We learned more about life in the 4th and 5th year than what the teachers could tell us, not as though they were interested in teaching us though. They made me take 2 CSE's so I did and I made sure I failed them with distinction!
On the last day of school I was given a bible. Some kids stood there whilst the teachers signed it. My mate and I walked off before turning round saying "fuck you West Hill" We walked out of the back gate to then throw the bibles down the nearest grid and I've never set foot in that school since...
I got caned on the hand or pumped(or slipper) on the arse regularly probably because I was a bit too cheeky and insolent for my own good, but most teachers treated me with contempt that's when I showed them the rebel in me. And quite a few teachers had it in for me. Looking back on school my education was blighted by teachers who had more interest in punishing me than teaching me!
I remember in the third year when my Geography teacher Mr Clitheroe told me - "You'll never amount to anything in life, you'll always be a failure. You probably won't get a job and if you do it'll be on the bins!" He hated me and the feeling was mutual but Geography was one of my favourite subjects. After his nasty tirade I thought "fuck you sir, I'll show you I ain't thick, you ****", so I did. Next exam I came top with 96%, not bad to say I hadn't revised. He read out the lads names in ascending order and each boy left the room. When he read out my name i was the only one left. I thought he'd congratulate me, maybe shake my hand or even pat me on the back with a "well done lad". No, he just stood there shoulders slumped with a bemused stare till he quipped"off you go then lad". At least I didn't get the slipper, and he was an expert at inflicting maximum bum cheek pain!
Quite a few have mentioned being hit by a chalkboard duster. I remember when Mr Knight caught me talking at the back of the class about 15m from him. Quick as a flash he launched his duster at me and the wodden edge hit my left eyebrow causing it to bleed, much to the amusement of several of my classmates.
I was quite a bright kid but had no chance of getting an education with all the physical and mental abuse I received so I just ended up fooling around. I remember my Environmental studies teacher Mr Hornby. He was a long haired pacifist hippy and a nice guy but he was a but dopey. He never realised me sneaking up behind him to cut a chunk out of his hair but several classmates did and they pissed themselves laughing!
I remember being in Metalwork one day when Mr Rigby nipped out for a crafty ciggie. My mate Dave was messing about on the furnace with the bunsen burner in hand. "Go and have a look round and see what you can find me to burn, mate" he said. I found him a metal hammer in a cupboard that someone had made. I threw it on the coals and it soon turned into molten metal. "Fuckin' ace, go and see what else you can find". I returned with a big full tin of flux so that went on and it went up in flames, literally, burning the gloss paint on the ceiling! He asked me again to have a look for something else to burn so off I want rummaging around till I looked in Mr Rigby's desk drawer and found his sterling silver compass and petractor set in a posh pale blue leather and pig skin lined case which had his name embossed when he graduated from uni.
I walked back to Dave saying "look what I've found mate"... "What is it?" he asked. I opened the case and his eyes lit up. "Get it on then lad".. "Dare me"?.. "I dare you"! I threw it on and within no time the case was burned and the silver globules slipped effortlessly through the coals! Soon afterwards Mr Rigby returned some 15 minutes later from his cig break . It was nearing the end of lesson so he told everyone to pack up. "Right lads, I seem to be missing my compass and petractor set, if anyone has had it then return it now". Nobody spoke. I looked at Dave and he looked at me rather sheepishly and nervous. Quite a few were getting frustrated and started grumbling and mumbling. We all stood there what seemed about 5 minutes before he said - "Nobody leaves till it's returned so own up, who's had it"? A rather croaky voiced 14 year old BMR uttered "me sir, I took it"... "Put it back in my drawer then you can all leave"... "I can't sir"... "What do you mean, you can't?"... "I burned it on the furnace sir". His face instantly turned to rage before frogmarching to the furnace! After seeing several silver globules amongst the ash he grabbed the back of my shirt collar and dragged me to the front of the class to then hang me on a coat hook whilst bitch slapping me several times, much to the amusement of my cackling classmates. Dave looked at me worrying I'd grass him up but I didn't. I deserved that punishment because I shouldn't have burned his cherished compass and petractor set.
In the 4th year I started wagging school with another mate and we'd go down town hanging around our favourite haunts that were Tibb st, The Underground Market, and the Arndale centre. We learned more about life in the 4th and 5th year than what the teachers could tell us, not as though they were interested in teaching us though. They made me take 2 CSE's so I did and I made sure I failed them with distinction!
On the last day of school I was given a bible. Some kids stood there whilst the teachers signed it. My mate and I walked off before turning round saying "fuck you West Hill" We walked out of the back gate to then throw the bibles down the nearest grid and I've never set foot in that school since...
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