Re: Schools Day's please tell us.
Originally Posted by
basser
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Good and bad days fun and misery, please tell us of your schools that you attended infant junior College University days
At my last senior school we had a sadistic teacher who used to slipper us if we broke the rules, on this size 11 slipper he would chalk on the bottom his initial which was the letter
W.....then all day us bad kids would walk around with a big white W stuck to our trousers then every one would know who were the bad kids
I had plenty of WWWWW's chalked on my arse over the years
Basser, you ought to have tried going to a Catholic Convent School!! Every teacher apart from the Cookery Teacher, was a Nun, and believe you and me, those ladies had so much frustration up their sleeves they took them all out on the schoolchildren, Some of them were so sadistic, they must have spent every evening on their knees praying for forgiveness!!
I well remember one Nun. I was eight years old. We were outside in the playground practicing a routine dancing around the Maypole with ribbons for the forthcoming School Fete. As soon as she put the music on, I started to do a little dance jiggle with my classmates as we waited for her to return to start the practice. Lord only knows what she had done to get herself so worked up but I must have gulped at the time because as she strode back, she was red in the face and glaring straight at ME! As soon as she reached me she grabbed my arm like a vice, bent down and commenced to slap my leg really hard about 10 times! (honestly, I'm not exaggerating). Now, being the only girl with six brothers, I was no weak little girl, I had learned from a very early age to look after myself, but that Nun really hurt me and I was in floods of tears with big red welts from her slaps on my little legs.
Needless to say, when my Mum found out, she was livid and stormed up to the school to see the Mother Superior (Headmistress). Don't know the outcome as too young to understand, but that Nun never touched any other child again as far as I am aware.
The boys fared even worse. They used to have to lay their hands out on the desk palms up, and they would get beaten with a drumstick on both. If they moved their hand out of the way while the drumstick was coming down, they would get an extra beating. Some of them were really cruel, but there were some lovely Nuns there too.
Otherwise, loved school as had so many girls chasing after my brothers, I for some reason, became the most popular girl in school to go around with.