Primary Or Secondary?

When I was at school the wisdom of the time was that you place your hands on a radiator outside the headmasters office before getting the belt because it numbed the pain.

It didny. It made it much much worse.

 

Myself and a few others on here are at an age when most of those teachers are long gone.

 

Getting given 1000 lines or whatever was much worse punishment than the belt. It was simply not a deterrent.

 

That's up there with popping your BCG scab.

 

And you could never ever ever cry no matter how much it hurt. You'd see lads having a ciggie in the bogs with tears rolling down their face. i always blamed it on the smoke............

 

When I came back to Aberdeen and went into sixth year I was mortified that instead of giving me the belt they gave me detention. It was like that advert for Campbells Soup I think it was "Pea and ham, no chicken, now that's clever"

I didn't know it at the time but I was properly beelin'.

Even in sixth year I was still being an obnoxious, obstreperous sarcastic and opinionated twat. Glad to say that is all behind me now, well to some extent anyway

 

Had a 3 year break between leaving school and starting night school. After about 4 weeks i started giving a lecturer gip and they just asked me to leave the clasroom. I was mortifiedn - and then went round the canteen during the coffee break telling everyone he'd been disqualified from being a company director.

 

Weirdly, every school I went to had 1 designated ***** teacher and 1 designated alky teacher.

Is that the standard?

 

Aye, when yer got back to class you had to act like it was nuthin. You couldny even hold yer pencil properly and the teacher is shouting at ye to get on with yer work or it will be more of the belt

 

It is indeed.

The Janitors were usually pretty dodgy as well.

 

I remember one time getting the belt and the guy's belt went half-way up my forearm. You could visibly see the two prongs etched into my skin. Bruised to fook.

 

Yer no wrong ER

 

We had an economics teacher who used to punch us in the face. Even then that was seen as a bit over the top. Must admit to being quite smug when i heard he'd snuffed it

 

Quick question ER, what was it like to get the birch?

 

If I had a time machine I'd go back to 1980 and shoot that **** of a PE teacher Mr Burns who everyone hated.

He was a sadistic bastard who loved picking on those kids that were either overweight or not good at sports.

I was pretty good at most sports but I hated the way he picked on certain kids. Would gladly have done time for that ****.

I think it was also standard MD that every school had one sadistic PE teacher who to took joy in belittling and crushing people's confidence.

Hopefully he suffered a slow agaonising and painful death.

 

Stop moping about school you old pricks

 

I well mind the days getting dragged round the cobbled streets of Aberdeen by horse and cart before being publically flogged with the birch much to the amusement of the deranged villagers with their pitch forks and burning sticks.

Never forgotten them for that. Still I have had the last laugh as I am still here.

 

Yep - the kind of teacher who took a particular delight in giving you a nudge so you went head first into a freezing boggy pitch in the depths of winter. I wasn't very good at sport but loved it nonetheless so by and large the teachers were all right with me because I always made a big effort. The kids that were no good becasue of their size or whatever used to get it really tight - called spastics and everything

 

I'd probably agree with that as well ER.

PE teachers were always high and mighty, as if they were smart ****s.

In reality, the only thing the **** knew was how to do was climb a ****ing rope.

 

and scratch their baws........................aye the men......................well in fact.......................