Did you go to school in the 60/70/80's?. Don't miss out!
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At my old school there was one teacher who, if they thought you were not paying attention, would throw the board rubber at you full pelt.
If i hit you you were in serious s
t, desk at the front, extra homework, bawling out, the lot.
If, on the other hand, you were able to lift your desk lid in time to deflect the rubber you must have been paying attention and so you'd get a "Well done Jones, bring that back to me now will you?"
Highly amusing was the day the class clown decided to say something stupid just after one lad had deflected the rubber, only to fine that Sir had 2 board rubbers, and was not in a jovial mood
If i hit you you were in serious s
t, desk at the front, extra homework, bawling out, the lot.If, on the other hand, you were able to lift your desk lid in time to deflect the rubber you must have been paying attention and so you'd get a "Well done Jones, bring that back to me now will you?"
Highly amusing was the day the class clown decided to say something stupid just after one lad had deflected the rubber, only to fine that Sir had 2 board rubbers, and was not in a jovial mood
Rude-boy said:
At my old school there was one teacher who, if they thought you were not paying attention, would throw the board rubber at you full pelt.
If i hit you you were in serious st, desk at the front, extra homework, bawling out, the lot.
If, on the other hand, you were able to lift your desk lid in time to deflect the rubber you must have been paying attention and so you'd get a "Well done Jones, bring that back to me now will you?"
Highly amusing was the day the class clown decided to say something stupid just after one lad had deflected the rubber, only to fine that Sir had 2 board rubbers, and was not in a jovial mood
And it was your own fault if it hit the back of your head as "if you'd been looking at the front you'd have seen it coming".If i hit you you were in serious s
t, desk at the front, extra homework, bawling out, the lot.If, on the other hand, you were able to lift your desk lid in time to deflect the rubber you must have been paying attention and so you'd get a "Well done Jones, bring that back to me now will you?"
Highly amusing was the day the class clown decided to say something stupid just after one lad had deflected the rubber, only to fine that Sir had 2 board rubbers, and was not in a jovial mood
I hasten to add i was on the very end of it all and so avoided most of the seriously bad stuff.
That said my pet hate was to finger prod to the stomach. We had a few that would do that and one particularly nasty piece of work that loved to do that, or hold you by your ears, and would look for almost any excuse to do it.
I must say that one day he chose to pick on me for something that the person behind me n the queue we were in had done. I tried to explain, it only made it worse. I tried to ask him to stop jabbing me in the stomach, he just did it more vigorously and harder in the same spot.
I've never been very good at dealing with injustice, so at 12 years old and being a good 2-3 inches taller and a lot bigger than the teacher i hate to say it, but i smacked him one good and hard - i had warned him...
I was out the classroom door before he regained his feet and had virtually finished my expatiation to the headmaster before the teacher even made it to the heads office.
Up shot was i got 2 weeks headmasters detention - and spent it taking to him about cars and reading Autocar/Autosport.
That said my pet hate was to finger prod to the stomach. We had a few that would do that and one particularly nasty piece of work that loved to do that, or hold you by your ears, and would look for almost any excuse to do it.
I must say that one day he chose to pick on me for something that the person behind me n the queue we were in had done. I tried to explain, it only made it worse. I tried to ask him to stop jabbing me in the stomach, he just did it more vigorously and harder in the same spot.
I've never been very good at dealing with injustice, so at 12 years old and being a good 2-3 inches taller and a lot bigger than the teacher i hate to say it, but i smacked him one good and hard - i had warned him...
I was out the classroom door before he regained his feet and had virtually finished my expatiation to the headmaster before the teacher even made it to the heads office.
Up shot was i got 2 weeks headmasters detention - and spent it taking to him about cars and reading Autocar/Autosport.
As a 10 year old in my classroom, one of the girls put her hand up to go to the toilet, teacher said no, she asked another 4 or 5 times and the teacher, annoyed, asked her to come forward to her desk, the teacher sat down, put the girl over her knee and proceeded to skelp her backside. The girl couldn't hold her bladder and pished all over the teacher, it was everywhere.
bucksmanuk said:
A geography teacher . Mr. Basford (can you imagine what his nickname was?) threw a blackboard duster/rubber at a mate of mine, who caught it with great calmness and panache, and the line of "you can have it back at the end of the lesson Sir..."....
Mr. Basford was speechless... and he never did it again.
Brilliant!Mr. Basford was speechless... and he never did it again.
Most of the above for me in the '60s & '70s. And Millennials wonder why Baby Boomers are so different to them.......
theboss said:
Some of this really does sound a bit far fetched to me... born early 80's...
It will be because you were born in the early '80's.I was mid '70's so saw the very end of it, as the teachers were starting to get used to not being able to do it, forgetting at times.
Of course the stories everyone remembers are those at the extreme or humorous end. Personally thought the board rubber test was bang on - you certainly didn't want to get hit by one a second time and it did what it was supposed to do.
theboss said:
Some of this really does sound a bit far fetched to me... born early 80's...
I can say that everything I have posted is totally true.This was a crap comp 1980 to 1985.
In the 6th form I went to they stopped the violence and moved in towards shagging.
Not every teacher was involved but everyone knew and it was just tolerated.
In 5th form the girl who was with the perve teacher got a b
king as she kicked off about it. At least there wasn't any teachers trying to bum us in our school. That was the speciality of my brother's school - 4 years younger and at a comp a few miles away.
In the late 70's I was at a Catholic school, used to get caned a lot for not knowing my Catechism. I was rebelling, hated being forced to adopt a religion I later managed to escape from.
Also caned for fighting a few times in the 80's in High School. Last one was when I was 17, kid used to flick me with his ruler in Class so I belted him after school having followed him home on my bike. His parents complained. School Principle then caned us both for fighting but I'm convinced he took my side; he agreed the other kid was being annoying but couldn't condone fighting - I hardly felt the caning so he must've gone easy.
My Afrikaans teacher was fun - genuinely good laugh - he was an ex-Rugby and Cricket player (crippled, sadly) who had half a Cricket bat he would wallop you with, wherever he could hit, head, face, arms, legs, anywhere, if you were a second late for his Class - he'd get you as you walked through the door. It was a lot of fun watching others get hit and being late yourself and trying - and failing - to avoid getting a bruise or two yourself.
One Teacher was an ex-Selous Scout from the Rhodesian War, all 6ft 6in of him. He would grab your ear and drag you around for a bit. You still felt it when you went to bed that night.
A much more annoying kid who was cheeky as hell to teachers got kicked in the nuts once by our female Head of the English Department. She threatened it in a temper once, he then stupidly made a series of crude jokes about it to her. She kicked him, he went down like a sack of potatoes, ended up in Sick Room for the rest of the day. No action against the Teacher taken!
Other than that, we had our usual compliment of Teachers over the years who would give extra-curricular Sex Education lessons to those boys who fancied a bit of Miss after school.
Had our share of idiot kids too, The Phantom stter, he would poo in unattended lunch boxes, never did find out who the bd was. Peeing in Coke bottles and offering them around. Morons, glad I had a phobia of drinking from a bottle other's had touched back then! Elastic Wars were fun! Estate Agent signage was made of thin plastic in those days, we'd cut them into strips, melt them into 'arrows' and with strong elastic shoot each other with them - stung like crazy. Get each other between Lessons. Initiations were good, anything from stripping the hapless boys naked and making them run past the girls to a sack over them and throwing tennis balls at them. Those were the days!
Also caned for fighting a few times in the 80's in High School. Last one was when I was 17, kid used to flick me with his ruler in Class so I belted him after school having followed him home on my bike. His parents complained. School Principle then caned us both for fighting but I'm convinced he took my side; he agreed the other kid was being annoying but couldn't condone fighting - I hardly felt the caning so he must've gone easy.
My Afrikaans teacher was fun - genuinely good laugh - he was an ex-Rugby and Cricket player (crippled, sadly) who had half a Cricket bat he would wallop you with, wherever he could hit, head, face, arms, legs, anywhere, if you were a second late for his Class - he'd get you as you walked through the door. It was a lot of fun watching others get hit and being late yourself and trying - and failing - to avoid getting a bruise or two yourself.
One Teacher was an ex-Selous Scout from the Rhodesian War, all 6ft 6in of him. He would grab your ear and drag you around for a bit. You still felt it when you went to bed that night.
A much more annoying kid who was cheeky as hell to teachers got kicked in the nuts once by our female Head of the English Department. She threatened it in a temper once, he then stupidly made a series of crude jokes about it to her. She kicked him, he went down like a sack of potatoes, ended up in Sick Room for the rest of the day. No action against the Teacher taken!
Other than that, we had our usual compliment of Teachers over the years who would give extra-curricular Sex Education lessons to those boys who fancied a bit of Miss after school.
Had our share of idiot kids too, The Phantom s
tter, he would poo in unattended lunch boxes, never did find out who the bd was. Peeing in Coke bottles and offering them around. Morons, glad I had a phobia of drinking from a bottle other's had touched back then! Elastic Wars were fun! Estate Agent signage was made of thin plastic in those days, we'd cut them into strips, melt them into 'arrows' and with strong elastic shoot each other with them - stung like crazy. Get each other between Lessons. Initiations were good, anything from stripping the hapless boys naked and making them run past the girls to a sack over them and throwing tennis balls at them. Those were the days! desolate said:
At least there wasn't any teachers trying to bum us in our school. That was the speciality of my brother's school - 4 years younger and at a comp a few miles away.
We had a music teacher at my old prep who there were concerns about - many rumors as to why they had left their last school and the like. One day a few years after i had left i understand that the Police came to collect him from the school mid lesson... Something about over familiarity with little boys.
he certainly had his 'favorites' in class who would often be asked to help out in breaks or would go on trips after school.Rude-boy said:
We had a music teacher at my old prep who there were concerns about - many rumors as to why they had left their last school and the like.
One day a few years after i had left i understand that the Police came to collect him from the school mid lesson... Something about over familiarity with little boys. he certainly had his 'favorites' in class who would often be asked to help out in breaks or would go on trips after school.
My brother played for Crewe and was coached by Barry Bennell and Dario Gradi. As was a chap I work with now.One day a few years after i had left i understand that the Police came to collect him from the school mid lesson... Something about over familiarity with little boys.
he certainly had his 'favorites' in class who would often be asked to help out in breaks or would go on trips after school.This was all happening very recently and I am sure it still is.
desolate said:
theboss said:
Some of this really does sound a bit far fetched to me... born early 80's...
I can say that everything I have posted is totally true.This was a crap comp 1980 to 1985.
In the 6th form I went to they stopped the violence and moved in towards shagging.
Not every teacher was involved but everyone knew and it was just tolerated.
In 5th form the girl who was with the perve teacher got a b
king as she kicked off about it. At least there wasn't any teachers trying to bum us in our school. That was the speciality of my brother's school - 4 years younger and at a comp a few miles away.
None of it is far-fetched at all, it all sounds perfectly believable to me.
Drunk French teachers – to the point of falling asleep. Nothing was ever done.
Sadistic Latin teachers – he just loved slippering boys.
Thoroughly useless Games/P.E. teachers- why is it always them?
1980- I was 14… I was seen outside throwing a snowball at a mate in an upstairs classroom- I was one of many doing it. So for my sins, I was whacked across my face extremely hard 3 times by a Mr. Sutton, one of the teachers who saw it. Even the other teacher who saw the snowball thrown and went to administer the justice with him, had a go at him for his excessive punishment. When I got home, my mum saw my face, asked me what happened and went ballistic, nothing ever came of it. I wasn’t the first to be hit on the face that hard by him and I wasn’t the last. The other teacher told me (on his last day at the school) he had wanted to raise a complaint of the excessive punishment, but was strongly advised not to. It was the only time I was given physical punishment at the school.
At junior school, we had a teacher, Mrs. Sutton (no relation), a thoroughly nasty old bag, who, if you said a bad word- You had to stand at the art sink at the back of the classroom and she made you eat soap to “wash your mouth out”. I thought this was an exaggeration until I saw my mate William get given this punishment for saying “damn and blast”. She definitely had her favourites and non favourites. I hope she’s rotting in her own special hell.
There were rumours of an inappropriate relationship between a biology teacher and a lad in my year. 10 years later, it was all confirmed as true. She had wanted him to go on holiday with her while her husband was working in the Middle East. The lad was 15.
Idiot kids?
A lad who bought an air pistol to school and thought it would be such a wheeze to just shoot at people willy nilly on the games field. He was suspended for 2 weeks.
A lad who said he could do the best wheelies in school, he pulled up his bike front wheel, only to see it fly out of his front forks. Credit due, he kept the wheelie going for ages, until the inevitable face plant moment. Some weeks later, same lad stuck a needle through the palm of his hand for a 50p bet. He did it too- then went to hospital. We never saw him again. I often wonder what happened to him.
A lad who bought in a load of little vanity mirrors, so most of the school were using them to up skirt the female teachers. The biology teacher above started wearing stockings….
Another lad who had anger management issues, and was caught strangling my mate Ralph to unconsciousness. Another 2 week suspension.
Another lad at school who used to hang around the 3 Pools Waterway in Marshside, Southport, and sat on the riverbank one summer evening jerking off for 3 girls aged about 15. For a laugh he said he would do it again the next evening. There were over a dozen girls there the next evening. He kept doing this for over a week, to an ever increasing crowd of teenage girls until the police arrived. He got a caution.
Crikey I could fill a whole page on here with bonkers stuff from school days...
Drunk French teachers – to the point of falling asleep. Nothing was ever done.
Sadistic Latin teachers – he just loved slippering boys.
Thoroughly useless Games/P.E. teachers- why is it always them?
1980- I was 14… I was seen outside throwing a snowball at a mate in an upstairs classroom- I was one of many doing it. So for my sins, I was whacked across my face extremely hard 3 times by a Mr. Sutton, one of the teachers who saw it. Even the other teacher who saw the snowball thrown and went to administer the justice with him, had a go at him for his excessive punishment. When I got home, my mum saw my face, asked me what happened and went ballistic, nothing ever came of it. I wasn’t the first to be hit on the face that hard by him and I wasn’t the last. The other teacher told me (on his last day at the school) he had wanted to raise a complaint of the excessive punishment, but was strongly advised not to. It was the only time I was given physical punishment at the school.
At junior school, we had a teacher, Mrs. Sutton (no relation), a thoroughly nasty old bag, who, if you said a bad word- You had to stand at the art sink at the back of the classroom and she made you eat soap to “wash your mouth out”. I thought this was an exaggeration until I saw my mate William get given this punishment for saying “damn and blast”. She definitely had her favourites and non favourites. I hope she’s rotting in her own special hell.
There were rumours of an inappropriate relationship between a biology teacher and a lad in my year. 10 years later, it was all confirmed as true. She had wanted him to go on holiday with her while her husband was working in the Middle East. The lad was 15.
Idiot kids?
A lad who bought an air pistol to school and thought it would be such a wheeze to just shoot at people willy nilly on the games field. He was suspended for 2 weeks.
A lad who said he could do the best wheelies in school, he pulled up his bike front wheel, only to see it fly out of his front forks. Credit due, he kept the wheelie going for ages, until the inevitable face plant moment. Some weeks later, same lad stuck a needle through the palm of his hand for a 50p bet. He did it too- then went to hospital. We never saw him again. I often wonder what happened to him.
A lad who bought in a load of little vanity mirrors, so most of the school were using them to up skirt the female teachers. The biology teacher above started wearing stockings….
Another lad who had anger management issues, and was caught strangling my mate Ralph to unconsciousness. Another 2 week suspension.
Another lad at school who used to hang around the 3 Pools Waterway in Marshside, Southport, and sat on the riverbank one summer evening jerking off for 3 girls aged about 15. For a laugh he said he would do it again the next evening. There were over a dozen girls there the next evening. He kept doing this for over a week, to an ever increasing crowd of teenage girls until the police arrived. He got a caution.
Crikey I could fill a whole page on here with bonkers stuff from school days...
bucksmanuk said:
None of it is far-fetched at all, it all sounds perfectly believable to me.
Another lad at school who used to hang around the 3 Pools Waterway in Marshside, Southport, and sat on the riverbank one summer evening jerking off for 3 girls aged about 15. For a laugh he said he would do it again the next evening. There were over a dozen girls there the next evening. He kept doing this for over a week, to an ever increasing crowd of teenage girls until the police arrived. He got a caution.
Crikey I could fill a whole page on here with bonkers stuff from school days...
knowing how life turns out, your last weird guy is probably a member on here, working for a hedge fund and owning a fleet of GT3/GT3RSAnother lad at school who used to hang around the 3 Pools Waterway in Marshside, Southport, and sat on the riverbank one summer evening jerking off for 3 girls aged about 15. For a laugh he said he would do it again the next evening. There were over a dozen girls there the next evening. He kept doing this for over a week, to an ever increasing crowd of teenage girls until the police arrived. He got a caution.
Crikey I could fill a whole page on here with bonkers stuff from school days...
Integroo said:
PositronicRay said:
Didn't work for us, I always thought it was a tale from a jennings book or some such thing. Maybe the wrong type of walls.
Do we have any sience teachers on the forum who can confirm? It would have been a great teaching aid, along with the exploding coffee tin. (only worked with coal gas apparantly, never understood why)
Static electricity?Do we have any sience teachers on the forum who can confirm? It would have been a great teaching aid, along with the exploding coffee tin. (only worked with coal gas apparantly, never understood why)
I'm no scientist though.
I was in in the 70/80's
Infant/Junior school.
Kids wetting/crapping themselves due to teachers not allowing them to go the toilet.
The thing about hitting people as a deterrent, is that it isn't universal.
Vignettes From my school. A rough inner city comp.
History teacher (who was the board rubber throwing type) slams desk top down on hands of lad in class requiring hospital visit. Lads dad comes, maybe fisticuffs. Teacher not seen again.
Deputy headmaster (who was in over his head with the school was in) put through his skull. End of career. Lads who did is sent down due to pre meditation. One of them was a lad I used to hang with. Nice kid but easily led.
My experience was last time a teacher hit me, I looked them right in the eye and just said 'are you finished?' Bullies don't like it when you aren't scared of them. I was just a normal kid in one of the top sets who tried to keep out of aggro.
The decent teachers didn't have to beat kids to keep them engaged.
Looking at how my kids are being treated in school. It is so much better today, my kids WANT to go to school. But saying that we now live in a nice middle class area rather than the inner city I grew up in.
Rose tinted specs have a lot to answer for.
Infant/Junior school.
Kids wetting/crapping themselves due to teachers not allowing them to go the toilet.
The thing about hitting people as a deterrent, is that it isn't universal.
Vignettes From my school. A rough inner city comp.
History teacher (who was the board rubber throwing type) slams desk top down on hands of lad in class requiring hospital visit. Lads dad comes, maybe fisticuffs. Teacher not seen again.
Deputy headmaster (who was in over his head with the school was in) put through his skull. End of career. Lads who did is sent down due to pre meditation. One of them was a lad I used to hang with. Nice kid but easily led.
My experience was last time a teacher hit me, I looked them right in the eye and just said 'are you finished?' Bullies don't like it when you aren't scared of them. I was just a normal kid in one of the top sets who tried to keep out of aggro.
The decent teachers didn't have to beat kids to keep them engaged.
Looking at how my kids are being treated in school. It is so much better today, my kids WANT to go to school. But saying that we now live in a nice middle class area rather than the inner city I grew up in.
Rose tinted specs have a lot to answer for.
Coolbanana said:
My Afrikaans teacher was fun - genuinely good laugh - he was an ex-Rugby and Cricket player (crippled, sadly) who had half a Cricket bat he would wallop you with, wherever he could hit, head, face, arms, legs, anywhere, if you were a second late for his Class - he'd get you as you walked through the door. It was a lot of fun watching others get hit and being late yourself and trying - and failing - to avoid getting a bruise or two yourself.
One Teacher was an ex-Selous Scout from the Rhodesian War, all 6ft 6in of him. He would grab your ear and drag you around for a bit. You still felt it when you went to bed that night.
Weird, it doesn't sound like the same place, but I went to catholic school too. We also had a teacher in the Rhodesian war (he had pics of himself in the Selous Scout's comedy short shorts). We used to go "tell us about the war sir" and he'd drift off for the rest of the lesson telling us all about the great times he'd be off on patrol cutting peoples ears off. One Teacher was an ex-Selous Scout from the Rhodesian War, all 6ft 6in of him. He would grab your ear and drag you around for a bit. You still felt it when you went to bed that night.
Also, we had a teacher (had bad legs too) was an ex policeman from SA somewhere so had some juicy tales of violence with rubber hoses.
Both these guys had Alan Lamb moustaches and although were pretty terrifying, never laid a finger on us, I think we were too scared to mess around!
Caning was on its way out when I was at school, but was used for extra bad behaviour. Not really a major deterrant as 6 of the best usually meant the end of the problem rather than 6 weeks equivalent extra detention or whatnot.
There were plenty of other d
head teachers who commanded zero respect and ended up resorting to violence at school. One Maths teacher was an all round total ahole, and a terrible teacher too. Turns out a few years later, he was taking advantage of his special favourite boys at a previous school and is now in prison. We had a teacher that used to rap on your forehead with his knuckles, really hurt but left not trace, the sadistic old got played by the class dheads, rapped on one lads head and he went down and started shaking and dribbling, "Sir he has got a brain tumour", teacher st himself and the lad kept going, he then sends someone for the nurse and the lad stops, grins knowing their plan had worked and that got him and even harder rap on he the head
We had an evil music teacher, really gave out the Nazi vibe, drove a rolls during the teachers strike, sadistic, lazy teacher, had one kid launch a desk at him, saw him punch someone, throw another one and our music lessons were basically copying text books whilst he went for a fag, repeatedly. He lives, as he always has near my mum and dad, drinks a bottle of whisky a day and is a fetching shade of purple, bit of a sad sight but will never forget the fear he struck into our hearts back then, he seemed old even then, how he is still going I dont know. Still speak to him occasionally, pleasant enough now the fury has subsided.
got played by the class dheads, rapped on one lads head and he went down and started shaking and dribbling, "Sir he has got a brain tumour", teacher st himself and the lad kept going, he then sends someone for the nurse and the lad stops, grins knowing their plan had worked and that got him and even harder rap on he the head We had an evil music teacher, really gave out the Nazi vibe, drove a rolls during the teachers strike, sadistic, lazy teacher, had one kid launch a desk at him, saw him punch someone, throw another one and our music lessons were basically copying text books whilst he went for a fag, repeatedly. He lives, as he always has near my mum and dad, drinks a bottle of whisky a day and is a fetching shade of purple, bit of a sad sight but will never forget the fear he struck into our hearts back then, he seemed old even then, how he is still going I dont know. Still speak to him occasionally, pleasant enough now the fury has subsided.
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