Did you go to school in the 60/70/80's?. Don't miss out!

[Plate spinner]

Yeah, looking back at how he treated certain girls I now reckon ours was.
Went to a wedding couple years back, turned into a bit of a school reunion - we were joking with one of the women that she was definitively one of his ‘favourites’ and never got told off. She didn’t find it funny though and went very quiet until the subject quickly changed.
A mate saw her crying with her husband and sister at the end of the night.
Most troubling.

[The Mad Monk]

Wacky Racer said:

At my school near Manchester in the 1960's if you forgot your homework you got six strokes of the cane, (Three on each outstretched hand) and sometimes blood would be drawn, and huge blisters form)

You told your mam, and she'd say "Well don't forget your homework then"

The teachers would be in prison now.

Sorry to disagree, but I think the teachers would have been released from prison by now.

Probably drawing fat teachers pensions, too!

[Cotty]

The Crack Fox said:

My primary school head was a nonce. I wonder how many others were?

Im surprised more people, once they grow up, don't confront their old teachers who were like this.

[anonymous-user]

My old teacher used to invite the best boys round for beer and food.

Used to watch you in the shower to ensure you were clean, and sometimes whipped you with this wire for fun.

Made a kid eat soap, and once, I nearly was canned but luckily missed out as changed his mind. All in the 80s early 90s, I'm sure behaviour that would be illegal nowadays.

The funny thing is he wasn't a pedo.

Edited by Thesprucegoose on Friday 20th September 09:45

[ElectricSoup]

Early 80s, maths teacher buzzed the wooden blackboard duster at me. I ducked, it shot out of the window, and it hit the actor Gordon Jackson on the back, who was being escorted around the school by the headmaster whilst they were filming an episode of The Professionals on site. I hope the psychopathic bd got a right earful off the Head. Of course he had to apologise profusely to Jackson in front of us all, although he took it out on me later with a bloody good thrashing in private.

[Truckosaurus]

ElectricSoup said:

... it hit the actor Gordon Jackson on the back....

[The Mad Monk]

ElectricSoup said:

Early 80s, maths teacher buzzed the wooden blackboard duster at me. I ducked, it shot out of the window, and it hit the actor Gordon Jackson on the back, who was being escorted around the school by the headmaster whilst they were filming an episode of The Professionals on site. I hope the psychopathic bd got a right earful off the Head. Of course he had to apologise profusely to Jackson in front of us all, although he took it out on me later with a bloody good thrashing in private.

I say custard. (Or whatever you do when you think a story is inaccurate).

In plain English, I say not a true story.

[singlecoil]

The Mad Monk said:

ElectricSoup said:

Early 80s, maths teacher buzzed the wooden blackboard duster at me. I ducked, it shot out of the window, and it hit the actor Gordon Jackson on the back, who was being escorted around the school by the headmaster whilst they were filming an episode of The Professionals on site. I hope the psychopathic bd got a right earful off the Head. Of course he had to apologise profusely to Jackson in front of us all, although he took it out on me later with a bloody good thrashing in private.

I say custard. (Or whatever you do when you think a story is inaccurate).

In plain English, I say not a true story.

And I wonder what is meant by a "bloody good thrashing in private".

[ElectricSoup]

Christ. I'll just fire up the old De Lorean and go back and film the incident in 1982 or whenever it was exactly. I'll remember to take the custard.

'A bloody good thrashing in private' was the maths teacher giving me a beating in a small room under a large staircase.

If anyone's got a box set of The Professionals, and cares enough to look through them, you'll find an episode partly set in a school's grounds - there's a scene in which an outdoor bell (the old iron type with clapper-on-a-rope) is being rung at the top of a fire escape. That's one of my school mates ringing it. Also, there's a scene in which a group of boys is filmed running in the school grounds past the main building, which is an old Victorian pile still in existence, but nowadays the school has been closed and it's private housing. If I remember correctly the episode was about some important person's child being kidnapped. It was a private prep school called Haileybury Junior School and was located on Imperial Road, Windsor. You can just about make out the building in question from this streetview image:

https://goo.gl/maps/1ybshbKi3X7uPyAU9

Honest to God what is wrong with people? Why would anyone make that up?

Wait till you hear my story about Prince Charles getting my kite out of a tree for me, this place will melt with custard requests.

Edited by ElectricSoup on Friday 20th September 10:24

[tjl]

Early 70’s grammar school. Caning was still rife. Girls were subject to knicker checks by deputy headmistress. Stay behind after assembly, lift skirts to check they were wearing the right colour knickers. Was never a witness to this unfortunately!

Do remember a new boy who went to school with us on the train. He stuck his head out of the window at the station and made some comments about a women’s hairy legs not knowing that she was the biology teacher. Cane for him but ended up as head boy a few years later so didn’t do him any harm.

I was pretty well behaved and the only real punishment I got was trip to headmaster and writing out lines for deliberately singing out of tune, loudly, in the annual founders day church service

[JulianHJ]

The Crack Fox said:

My primary school head was a nonce. I wonder how many others were?

From what I’ve since heard, at least three of my former teachers were found out:

Mr Marshall - a sadist who I’m sure would have enjoyed beating boys had it still been permitted. He made a primary-age boy strip then run around the classroom. He was always creepy bloke.

Mr Merlin - really weird guy, possibly Australian or South African (I remember an accent but it was 30 years ago). Same prep school as Marshall - I didn’t find out the exact reason he got binned. He used to do record-breaking dumps in the boys’ toilets.

Mr Sandercock - Secondary school music teacher with a preference for underage girls. Im told he was found in a compromising position with one of his pupils in his car by the police, and was prosecuted.
Edit: After some Googling it looks like he was locked up for two separate unrelated incidents.

There are a few others I have my doubts about with hindsight. Each time I see a local headline about a historic sex offence trial I expect it to be from my old school, but nothing else has come to light yet.

Edited by JulianHJ on Friday 20th September 11:08

[can't remember]

My French master was a board rubber thrower. His aim was terrible though which gave his discipline a random element. He also liked to crush boys between their desk and the one behind. On one occasion he did this so violently that it knocked the boy behind off his chair causing him to knock himself out. He was weird in a whole host of other ways and I would hope that these days someone like him wouldn't get through vetting.

[anonymous-user]

Much later, but this was my school...

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-south-east-wal...

There were always rumours about him that I dismissed.

[ElectricSoup]

I have found the episode of The Professionals I was talking about.

http://www.mark-1.co.uk/Professionals/e09.htm

Seems I was wrong, there was no kidnapping in the episode and it was filmed in 1980/81, not 1982. I am a massive, massive liar and I have duly been sussed out.

Edited by ElectricSoup on Friday 20th September 11:47

[daddy cool]

stickleback123 said:

Much later, but this was my school...

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-south-east-wal...

There were always rumours about him that I dismissed.

i see yours and raise you - this was my school, and my actual CDT teacher, Mr Mills. At the time we thought it was weird that a couple of the lads in our class would have lunch with him in his office.
It was the only GCSE that I failed, as we couldn't stand him, and basically bunked off every lesson in the 2nd year.

https://www.thefreelibrary.com/EVIL+TEACHER+TOOK+B...

[Cantaloupe]

I'm confused by you Eeeeenglish and your Board Rubber, you mean a blackboard duster , a wooden slab with a spongy bit ?

Not really aerodynamic at all, but in the hands of an expert, lethal at the 2-5 yard range.

I did get 6 whacks of the strap [ tawse ], although not guilty of the actual offence I was guilty by association
and was punished along with the real miscreants.

A matter I'm still thinking of appealing to the Supreme Court about.

[S100HP]

Born in 83 so started school towards the end of the 80s. Remember getting a smack across the backside from the head teacher Mr Carson when I was in year 6, which would have been around 93/94, but that's about it. Some of these stories are horrific!

[Dibble]

I got the strap a few times at high school during the early 1980s (Catholic state high school in a reasonably affluent, middle class area). I probably deserved it if I’m honest.

I was a bit of a slacker and “coasted” through high school. I could’ve done much better in my O and A Levels if I’d applied myself and actually knuckled down and done some work. I wouldn’t have had to do much to have got better grades. In fact, during 4th year, I was so lazy I ended up “on report”, which meant I had to get the teacher to fill in a report on me at the end of every lesson, which I then had to take to the head or deputy head at the end of each day. I was on it for bout six weeks or so. Even that didn’t really make me work any harder. I did just enough to get off being “on report”. It didn’t go down well at home, what with my Dad being an Area Education Officer for the county council, but of course, I knew best.

My Dad was also very good friends with the head teacher. I remember getting the strap from the head, but it felt to me like he was holding back, because I was his mate’s son. I actually found that more upsetting than getting the full whack, like I’d let my Dad down, as well as putting the head in an awkward position.

The deputy head didn’t hold back, ever. On the plus side, once he’d dished out the punishment, he’d give you a few minutes in his office to stop the tears and he quite often had some interesting stuff in his filing cabinet. Nothing pervy (not that I ever saw, at any rate), but stuff like his target shooting pistols (this was pre-Dunblane), or an interesting fossil, a bit of machinery, stuff like that.

I don’t think getting whacked ever did me any long term damage and to be honest, I think I probably deserved more than I actually got. I do agree, times have moved on and hitting kids doesn’t really achieve anything positive that I can think of. I don’t recall punishments being dished out fir minor stuff and I think it was only ever the head or the deputy that doled out the strap. Other punishments were things like being sent to the head, detention (after school, during lunch/break), being made to stand outside in the corridor. There was the odd bit of chalk that got flicked about, but most of the teachers were pretty good to be fair and a couple really were excellent.

[anonymous-user]

Just to give the other side of the story, born in 1973 and never experienced or even witnessed anything like the descriptions in this thread. Only rumour I ever heard was from the girls who said the female PE teacher liked to watch them in the shower.

Bog standard average, non inner city comprehensive school.

[anonymous-user]

Where do I start?

I went to the poshest all-boys grammar school in Newcastle, junior and senior. As a working class lad who had won a bursary (i.e hugely discounted fees), I stuck out like a ste on a billiard table, and hence had a pretty hateful school experience.The school was, at that time, (mid~late 70's) stuck in the past, with lots of very strange stuff going on...

When I joined junior school, swimming lessons were taken in the school pool. In the nude. No trunks allowed. I don't recall it ever being questioned. wkers (probably literally).

Our RE/English junior teacher was a complete nonce - on school trips (which he always joined) he used to prey on his favourites at night time, inviting them in to his room to 'give them care' or comfort them when 'homesick'. He tried to take me in once, on a school trip to Yorskshire, and he was stood in the dark, at the end of my bed in our shared dorm, in his pyjamas, and with an obvious hard on. I told him to 'fk off', which didn't go down too well, I got the cane for that the following day. Fortunately he didn't bother me again after that, but he did take another kid into his room that night. How the fk he got away with that st for many years, I have no fking clue.I googled him and nothing came up, so likely got away with it all. I hope he's rotting in hell right now. Pedo wker.

Corporal punishment was frequent and pretty brutal. I had the cane numerous times, wearing white socks probably being the most innocuous reason. I also got it because I kicked a footy into the garden of the brother of the deputy head (he lived across the road from me) and apparently wasn't courteous enough when asking for it back. wker.

Teachers would launch the board duster with great regularity and accuracy. Another favourite was forcing boys to leave their fingers over the inside of a wooden desk and dropping the heavy wooden lid onto them, mostly for more innocuous things like getting verb conjugations wrong in Latin. wkers.

Initiation for new players in the first 15 or cricket or running teams always seemed to involve Ralgex and your knackers, and would usually involve teachers. A haven for sports mad kids like me was rowing, and the only positive memories of my school days are travelling to regattas all over northern England, doing the rowing thing, then getting pissed up in country pubs and round the camp fire with the only decent teachers in the whole stty school. No football teams, and we never played in games lessons - sport of oiks, apparently. wkers.

Bullying/fagging was rife and not discouraged. I was bullied by a lad a few years older for a while, when I was 11 or 12. Met him in a pub in Newcastle when I was 18 or 19 and settled that one. wker.

I hated every moment at that school, so much was wrong, and in hindsight, I have absolutely no fking idea why it was never called out.