I didn't insult any parents. I wrote adults.
Well, my parents both served in the war so will have been among the adults you referred to.
I didn't insult any parents. I wrote adults.
I didn't insult any parents. I wrote adults.
And hopefully that child will feel safe and accepted, then grow up into a responsible, happy adult living a fulfilling and rewarding life, because as a reasonable man, that is what you want for everyone, right wrighty?
I don't know if you've trained, mentored or taught youth, but you give 'special privileges' every hour of the day - there's always that kid that can't keep quiet, stand still, has problems at home, going through a hormonal time etc. It's a constant balance of maintaining a learning environment that allows all to grow. There are rules that supposedly apply to all, but you can't win every battle, children aren't soldiers or prisoners and so a blind eye is shown to allow this to happen. It's not the 1960s and adults don't want to beat and abuse children into submission and lose them from education and destroy their lives.
I didn't say I didn't like what you think.. I asked you a reasonable question and you've come back with innuendo,insult and assumptions.You generally don't like what I think, Ric. My three children didnt wear uniform and it made no difference to their education compared to when i grew up with it. It seems like another bullshit regulation which takes time and effort for teachers to police, when they probably just want to do their jobs and teach. It makes no difference to learning if a kid has an earring or longer than collar length hair.
I think there's many drink-sodden pensioners who were bullied and intimidated as children in the 1950s to 1970s, by adults who lived through ww2 and were suffering from trauma, and they've never dealt with it or come to terms with it, so it angers them these days when children are allowed to express themselves without fear of being screamed at, ridiculed, punished or hit.
I didn't say I didn't like what you think.. I asked you a reasonable question and you've come back with innuendo,insult and assumptions.
As for the rest of your reply,you really do come across as a condescending know all who knows very little.I was born in 1961,both my parents were born in the 30's,one brought up in Hull and Driffield,the other brought up in Chadwell Heath,London( he was shipped out to Ayrshire due to the bombings).Neither were traumatised,neither bullied or intimidated their offspring but they sought discipline and respect at home and during my education.You've chosen to insult a generation who suffered far more than you or I will ever have to,your comments are contemptible at best and unnecessary.
Most drink sodden oldies like me wore a School uniform as a requirement of the School and I can't say I ever had any issue with it.Some parents couldn't(and still can't) afford to kit our their kids in expensive trainers and designer gear.The wearing of a uniform negates the need for some children to feel inferior to their peers,it's a level playing field for all,it works,it requires very little input from Teachers to 'police'.
To suggest that anyone with a different opinion to you suffers from anger issues and can't deal with modern day issues, is absolute bunkum ...Perhaps it is you that needs to look at yourself in the mirror and examine your own anger issues and mannerisms...
I didn't insult a generation. I stated that many suffered during the war and carried trauma through their lives from it. It resulted in some teachers (and parents as you and Cityzen have altered my meaning to) in the 1950s-1970s thinking it was ok/necessary to hit children to install discipline, or not having the empathy to see what they were doing was wrong.
My children never wore designer clothes to school. They wore normal clothes. A uniform is extra cost for parents.
I haven't suggested that anyone with anger issues is anything. I suggested that some pensioners haven't accepted that them being hit as children was wrong and see children nowadays as soft.
It's fine to disagree and discuss, but I'd prefer you didn't change the meaning of what I post.
My parents were born before and after ww2. My maternal grandparents were in ww2 (royal navy and my grandmother walked around the docklands area of London checking that lights were extinguished/black out curtains in place during the bombing raids - all her brothers were killed in action), my paternal grandfather was in the trenches at 17 in ww1. My family moved back to England after getting caught up in the bush war in Rhodesia and fortunately surviving a bomb attack (my maternal grandfather stayed and fought in that war until he was in his late 50s).
And did your grandparents beat the **** out of your parents? Did they become pissed up pensioners?
or was it just other people’s parents or teachers who served in WW2 who became sadistic bullies?
My grandfather got badly poisoned by chlorine gas and had lifelong health issues until a premature death. Yes, he was a violent bully towards my father.
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My parents went though the war in the services, grandparents fought in WW1 and were alive during WW2. None of them were violent or bullies. Though at 6’ and 18 stone my dad could have been if he was that inclined.
Chlorine gas? Heard of its widespread use in WW1 but not WW2.
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Yes. I wrote my paternal grandfather was in ww1, not ww2 - there was a 18 year age differenxe between my parents.
My parents went though the war in the services, grandparents fought in WW1 and were alive during WW2. None of them were violent or bullies. Though at 6’ and 18 stone my dad could have been if he was that inclined.
Chlorine gas? Heard of its widespread use in WW1 but not WW2.
I am not getting upset about some daft youngster declaring he is a wolf. Irritated by daft sods indulging him/her. My school didn’t bother arguing with people who didn’t conform. Which is why they expelled me.