Did you go to school in the 60/70/80's?. Don't miss out!
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We had a maths teacher whose equivalent of lines was a piece of graph paper. The culprit had to place an ink dot in each of the little squares. There's a LOT of squares on a foolscap sized piece of graph paper. Took a long time to do. Sometimes it would end up with several boys gathered round the paper all contributing dots.
Our form master, Mr Wright, was also our French Teacher. Great guy but he did once give me a real kick up the arse for throwing him a sopping cloth I'd used to wipe up a spillage at lunchtime! I threw it a bit harder than I thought and it smacked him in the face!! Cue the whole roomful of kids laughing and him going absolutely ballistic! Dragged me out of my seat and almost threw me out of the door, helping me on with a boot up the arse and a lot of swearing!! I think I deserved it even if it was an accident with the cloth, It was I assure you!!
Next day, all forgotten and he was cadging cigs of us round the back of the building. He did actually apologise to me for the kick as well, saying he was shocked to get a face full of wet cloth and just reacted. He was a good guy and a great teacher!
Had a maths teacher called Alfred Hookham. We were all s
t scared of him until he heard someone singing 'Alfhookham' over and over in a silly voice. He was stood behind the culprit and stopped the singing by quietly saying, 'Oh that IS funny Mr So and So, do you know any REAL jokes' really sarcastically. The surprised culprit thought he was in for the cane but Alfred just played him for the rest of term, making him think that the next lesson would be the one for the cane! A whole term of mental torture for the kid, but Alfred had told the rest of us he wouldn't use the cane, just keep the kid on tenterhooks for a while. It worked as the kid, previously a little tt, was like a church mouse from then on!! The whole class kept his 'mental torture' secret and enjoyed being in on the joke 'till the last maths lesson when Alfred finally told him.
Our English Lit. teacher ran off with a gorgeous 6th former to a cottage in the lakes for the whole of the summer holidays!! He was fat, fifty'ish, and balding. She was 17, blond, and the wet dream of all the younger kids!! He was sacked when they came back, she went to a different school!
Sorry for the long post! Once one memory came back, the rest kept surfacing. Boring to some maybe but we did have fun, most of the time!! More to come if you like!
Next day, all forgotten and he was cadging cigs of us round the back of the building. He did actually apologise to me for the kick as well, saying he was shocked to get a face full of wet cloth and just reacted. He was a good guy and a great teacher!
Had a maths teacher called Alfred Hookham. We were all s
t scared of him until he heard someone singing 'Alfhookham' over and over in a silly voice. He was stood behind the culprit and stopped the singing by quietly saying, 'Oh that IS funny Mr So and So, do you know any REAL jokes' really sarcastically. The surprised culprit thought he was in for the cane but Alfred just played him for the rest of term, making him think that the next lesson would be the one for the cane! A whole term of mental torture for the kid, but Alfred had told the rest of us he wouldn't use the cane, just keep the kid on tenterhooks for a while. It worked as the kid, previously a little tt, was like a church mouse from then on!! The whole class kept his 'mental torture' secret and enjoyed being in on the joke 'till the last maths lesson when Alfred finally told him.Our English Lit. teacher ran off with a gorgeous 6th former to a cottage in the lakes for the whole of the summer holidays!! He was fat, fifty'ish, and balding. She was 17, blond, and the wet dream of all the younger kids!! He was sacked when they came back, she went to a different school!
Sorry for the long post! Once one memory came back, the rest kept surfacing. Boring to some maybe but we did have fun, most of the time!! More to come if you like!
Too many stories to mention but one springs to mind
Private school - owned by a nice enough chap, separate head but he employed his brother (might have been cousin) as the 'bursar'
The Bursar was ex-military, and let everybody know it, took PE with a rod of iron
One day four of us had the audacity to drop our PE kit off early into the changing rooms and he caught us there. Four 14 yo kids vs him. He lined us up and started ranting about rules etc then exploded - I think the first three got slapped/missed but I was last and I guess due to frustration I got a full on right hook
Later that day the 'head' pulled me up for fighting - st hit the fan when I told him who it was with 
Private school - owned by a nice enough chap, separate head but he employed his brother (might have been cousin) as the 'bursar'
The Bursar was ex-military, and let everybody know it, took PE with a rod of iron
One day four of us had the audacity to drop our PE kit off early into the changing rooms and he caught us there. Four 14 yo kids vs him. He lined us up and started ranting about rules etc then exploded - I think the first three got slapped/missed but I was last and I guess due to frustration I got a full on right hook
Later that day the 'head' pulled me up for fighting - s
t hit the fan when I told him who it was with Marktayloruk said:
If any of these sadists.are still around how about getting them to explain themselves?
I have a theory about this, I went to school in the 60s / 70s and suffered a lot of the aforementioned, that would nowadays probably lead to a jail sentence and inclusion on a register - After WW2, there was a great need for teachers, due to losses in warfare and ongoing conscription - once those guys who had served were released, a lot got jobs as teachers, and then took the opportunity to dish out what they had suffered in the Forces - bullying, detentions, being bawled at and physical punishments - bit like abused kids go on to be abusers.
Definitely wouldn't tar them all with that brush, although could be true for many. ???
Funny Story:-
At my school, when I was fifteen, we had an eccentric very tall teacher called Mr Proctor who looked like Magnus Pike.
We were in class three minutes before breaking up for the summer holidays, waiting for the bell.
A schoolmate called Smallwood muttered something to his mate on the next desk, and Mr Proctor said "SMALLWOOD, get in there"
Proctor followed Smallwood into the large broom cupboard and the door slammed shut.
All we could hear was THWACK, THWACK, THWACK and Smallwood was yelling "OW" "OW" "OW"......
The whole class was terrified including me.
Then Proctor burst out of the room and shouted "WACKY, GET AN AMBULANCE!"
The room went silent with fear.
Five seconds later Smallwood emerged with a huge grin on his face and sat down,
Then Mr Proctor bellowed "RIGHT, GET YOUR HOMEWORK BOOKS OUT"
Everybody muttered under their breath "Awwww sir"
He said "HOMEWORK FOR THE HOLIDAYS!!..........Enjoy yourselves"
At my school, when I was fifteen, we had an eccentric very tall teacher called Mr Proctor who looked like Magnus Pike.
We were in class three minutes before breaking up for the summer holidays, waiting for the bell.
A schoolmate called Smallwood muttered something to his mate on the next desk, and Mr Proctor said "SMALLWOOD, get in there"
Proctor followed Smallwood into the large broom cupboard and the door slammed shut.
All we could hear was THWACK, THWACK, THWACK and Smallwood was yelling "OW" "OW" "OW"......
The whole class was terrified including me.
Then Proctor burst out of the room and shouted "WACKY, GET AN AMBULANCE!"
The room went silent with fear.
Five seconds later Smallwood emerged with a huge grin on his face and sat down,
Then Mr Proctor bellowed "RIGHT, GET YOUR HOMEWORK BOOKS OUT"
Everybody muttered under their breath "Awwww sir"
He said "HOMEWORK FOR THE HOLIDAYS!!..........Enjoy yourselves"
In the 70s I had to sit next to another lad with an Irish name, in French class.
The old teacher said it was so he knew where the stupid boys were.
The PE teachers were all fat ale drinkers who followed us lot out road running for sports in their Mk3 Cortina and would get out and hit any kid that was too slow, whilst puffing on cigarettes
Hair and moustaches just like 'Life on Mars'.
The old teacher said it was so he knew where the stupid boys were.
The PE teachers were all fat ale drinkers who followed us lot out road running for sports in their Mk3 Cortina and would get out and hit any kid that was too slow, whilst puffing on cigarettes
Hair and moustaches just like 'Life on Mars'.
87-94. London comp school.
Two of the RE teachers had an affair, they would disappear off in the minibus to do their business ... ironic thing the bloke of them was very Puritan in the lessons and would preach to us on morality. The female teacher was very foxy and obviously we were quite jealous.
Not so much dodgy, but of its time - our Chemistry teacher didn't really believe in health and safety and would do insane experiments in the lab e.g, using white Phosphorus, throwing ether around like water, thermite reactions.
Two of the RE teachers had an affair, they would disappear off in the minibus to do their business ... ironic thing the bloke of them was very Puritan in the lessons and would preach to us on morality. The female teacher was very foxy and obviously we were quite jealous.
Not so much dodgy, but of its time - our Chemistry teacher didn't really believe in health and safety and would do insane experiments in the lab e.g, using white Phosphorus, throwing ether around like water, thermite reactions.
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