Caporegime
No. That's the difference between your belly and mine.
Teachers should be respected more by kids?
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No. That's the difference between your belly and mine.
Dear god how do they manage to go at break time with no adult to supervise them!!
Caporegime
Lol.
They had 9 students come in armed with air rifles and shoot other students. None were expelled only received suspensions.
They had 9 students come in armed with air rifles and shoot other students. None were expelled only received suspensions.
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We weren't. We were grabbed by the scruff of the neck and marched to the deputy head's office for a session with the cane. Assuming of course we weren't in Mr Martin's class, then we'd be dragged from our desk to the front of the class and the wooden 12" ruler would come into play - and that ******* thing properly hurt. Assuming you could still feel pain after the wooden blackboard eraser had clobbered you around the head.
Soldato
A genuine LOL at the obvious younger generation parents who say kids shouldn't go to toilet during lesson time 
I'm 41 so I did Primary and High School in the early 80's to early 90's and I never remember it being allowed in any one of the many schools I went to (moved a lot due to dads job) and even though I was an absolute terror to my parents (always breaking things) I always respected my teachers and even now I can't think of a "bad" experience with them. In fact there's about 4-5 teachers (mainly high school) that stick in my mind even today and I know they helped shape me a bit as a kid.
Also when I see parents saying "my child MUST pee or else" I look at the parents ages and very few seem to be 40+, the vast majority seem to be 25-35 and seem to have a very different idea of what "parenting" is compared to myself which is much more "I always want to be friends with my child" rather than my thought of "I want to be a parent to my child" which are two very different things.
We had Mr Ascroft the maths teachers who lobbed board rubbers at us, Mr Richards who had "Herman The Slipper" in his top draw and The Headmaster who caned me at least once for fighting. I understood where the line was and I understood the physical punishment for crossing it and those boundaries never changed, which gave me stability where punishment was due. At no point would I ever have thought to go running back to my Mum (definitely never Dad) and telling them I'd been caned etc as I knew it had only happened because I'd crossed a boundary and I knew my parents also knew that and would also punish me if I told them
I'm 41 so I did Primary and High School in the early 80's to early 90's and I never remember it being allowed in any one of the many schools I went to (moved a lot due to dads job) and even though I was an absolute terror to my parents (always breaking things) I always respected my teachers and even now I can't think of a "bad" experience with them. In fact there's about 4-5 teachers (mainly high school) that stick in my mind even today and I know they helped shape me a bit as a kid.
Also when I see parents saying "my child MUST pee or else" I look at the parents ages and very few seem to be 40+, the vast majority seem to be 25-35 and seem to have a very different idea of what "parenting" is compared to myself which is much more "I always want to be friends with my child" rather than my thought of "I want to be a parent to my child" which are two very different things.
We had Mr Ascroft the maths teachers who lobbed board rubbers at us, Mr Richards who had "Herman The Slipper" in his top draw and The Headmaster who caned me at least once for fighting. I understood where the line was and I understood the physical punishment for crossing it and those boundaries never changed, which gave me stability where punishment was due. At no point would I ever have thought to go running back to my Mum (definitely never Dad) and telling them I'd been caned etc as I knew it had only happened because I'd crossed a boundary and I knew my parents also knew that and would also punish me if I told them
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Soldato
Were you at my school!? Lol
Soldato
When I was a child at school I was not let out to go to the toilet. I literally had to beg, and then run. The incident gave me significant mental/anxiety/control problems which still affect me everyday. If I ever bumped into that teacher, now that I am an adult...
Let your ******* pupils go to the toilet.
Let your ******* pupils go to the toilet.
Well, what can I say. I was your worst nightmare when I was at school, I can guarantee 100% that you would've remembered me for a long, long time. I'm not proud of my naughty behaviour at school but I had a hard life as a kid so I blame it on that.
Anyway, a story:
I went to a technical school so we had access to some proper workshops, with everything from lathes to milling machines to welding kit, the lot. Proper oldschool stuff. Not one to shy away from bending the laws of school, I wanted to make a weapon (note: I've never in my life injured anyone intentionally or broken a law apart from speeding or doing drugs (hey, Amsterdam, what you gonna do?)). To do this I took a piece of steel pipe about a foot long, half an inch thick. I wanted chain but we didn't have any in the stores at school. Lucky for me, the angle grinders were chained to the workbenches (heh, the irony) so I simply grabbed a grinder, chopped the chain off and used that. I stuck the end in the bit of pipe, hammered the end flat so it stuck in, then welded it. I then polished it up on a belt sander so it shined like a freshly polished knob. Using stamp letters, I named it "Spanky". There was no illusion here, this was a hardcore weapon and could've seriously mamed someone. Sadly my teacher caught me with it so he confiscated it and put it in his desk drawer. A week or so later my mate rang up the school (another note, this mate who was a massive partner in my shenanigans now has a prefix, "sergeant", yep he's a copper now and a bloody good one at that) and called the teacher. He went in to take the call and we nicked his keys and stole Spanky back. My mate then stuck it in the storage compartment of his scooter which incidentally also contained his insurance papers. That same day on the way home, he was pulled. He opened up his scooter and the cop grabbed it, help it up and said "what's this?". Fast forward a few hours and I could pick him up at the police station (without Spanky ffs) once the cops had checked all their records to make sure that there was nobody walking around missing a few limbs.
I have many more of these stories. They are all 100% legit, 100% real and in some cases I can probably even dig out some evidence.
All I can say is that my nemesis was a lady named Margaret Lancaster. That woman knocked me straight in no time and I attribute most of my education and respect for others to her. I've tried looking her up but sadly fell short. I'd love to buy that lady dinner.
Anyway, a story:
I went to a technical school so we had access to some proper workshops, with everything from lathes to milling machines to welding kit, the lot. Proper oldschool stuff. Not one to shy away from bending the laws of school, I wanted to make a weapon (note: I've never in my life injured anyone intentionally or broken a law apart from speeding or doing drugs (hey, Amsterdam, what you gonna do?)). To do this I took a piece of steel pipe about a foot long, half an inch thick. I wanted chain but we didn't have any in the stores at school. Lucky for me, the angle grinders were chained to the workbenches (heh, the irony) so I simply grabbed a grinder, chopped the chain off and used that. I stuck the end in the bit of pipe, hammered the end flat so it stuck in, then welded it. I then polished it up on a belt sander so it shined like a freshly polished knob. Using stamp letters, I named it "Spanky". There was no illusion here, this was a hardcore weapon and could've seriously mamed someone. Sadly my teacher caught me with it so he confiscated it and put it in his desk drawer. A week or so later my mate rang up the school (another note, this mate who was a massive partner in my shenanigans now has a prefix, "sergeant", yep he's a copper now and a bloody good one at that) and called the teacher. He went in to take the call and we nicked his keys and stole Spanky back. My mate then stuck it in the storage compartment of his scooter which incidentally also contained his insurance papers. That same day on the way home, he was pulled. He opened up his scooter and the cop grabbed it, help it up and said "what's this?". Fast forward a few hours and I could pick him up at the police station (without Spanky ffs) once the cops had checked all their records to make sure that there was nobody walking around missing a few limbs.
I have many more of these stories. They are all 100% legit, 100% real and in some cases I can probably even dig out some evidence.
All I can say is that my nemesis was a lady named Margaret Lancaster. That woman knocked me straight in no time and I attribute most of my education and respect for others to her. I've tried looking her up but sadly fell short. I'd love to buy that lady dinner.
Ahh, those were the days. In primary we had the wooden metre rule, now that thing had some flex and ******* hurt! I remember the teacher going apoplectic at me when one time I decided it wasn't a good idea to leave my open palm out for him to hit and upon missing my withdrawn hand he shattered the metre rule against the desk
The beating afterwards wasn't such fun 
Good old discipline, never did me any harm *twitch*.....*twitch*....
Caporegime
I remember when you first posted this story. Very funny stuff. However, you need to write out one you haven't told us before!
I remember when you first posted this story. Very funny stuff. However, you need to write out one you haven't told us before!
Have I told the one about stuff falling from the ceiling? Might do that one next if not
Caporegime
Have I told the one about stuff falling from the ceiling? Might do that one next if not
I'm not sure... Expand a little? haha
Ahh, those were the days. In primary we had the wooden metre rule, now that thing had some flex and ******* hurt! I remember the teacher going apoplectic at me when one time I decided it wasn't a good idea to leave my open palm out for him to hit and upon missing my withdrawn hand he shattered the metre rule against the desk
Good old discipline, never did me any harm *twitch*.....*twitch*....
Did you ever dodge hurling dusters? Some of the male English teachers were mad for this if you weren’t paying attention.
So much has changed.. the best I can do if you’re not paying attention is ask you for the answer to a question I didn’t ask
[so V F, how many do you think, 30 or 40?] always goes down well cause the kid won’t ask you to repeat the full question as they’d be grassing themselves in for not listening! Probably less effective than a board duster though! Indeed, the long rectangular grooved wooden duster that was always loaded with chalk. They were lethal. Some of them really threw it as well. You ducked enough to know as we were all jumpy in class.
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