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I hated being in my Infact/Junior School, I was bullied every day by two boys who were two years older then me.Re: Schools Day's please tell us.
Moved to north Wales aged 12/13 . New secondary school . First day in a Welsh lesson was told to start reading aloud from a Welsh book . I couldn't make the Welsh sounds and was horrified I was making strange noises. Awful for a new girl from England who had never heard the language .Re: Schools Day's please tell us.
I only remember the bad things of my days at infants school. One day during playtime a threshing machine went past the school to a local farm to thresh their corn. I thought it a bit of fun to follow the thresher and watch it working. It was fine till the farmer spotted me. He grabbed me by the ear and led me back to school. Six of the best from Miss Drakes cane and I was only six.Re: Schools Day's please tell us.
There seems to be a recurring theme here, I too had teachers at my secondary school that couldn’t be bothered with the less academically challenged, I remember the maths teacher explaining things to me as if he were telling another maths teacher, easy peasy, except it wasn’t, not to me, so much so I was put in the remedial class for maths with all the dross of that year, we were never taught maths or anything in that class and spent most of it in fear, luckily my mate was also in there with me and both of us kept our heads down and our gobs shut..there were one or two great teachers, mr Stroud, the English teacher, he had a nasty habit of throwing whatever was to hand at you if you misbehaved, yet he turned out to be a wonderful teacher, a wonderful storyteller, then there was the deputy head, everyone feared him, a fiery geordie, and again, turned out to be a great bloke, there were some nutters too, whose lessons were to be dreaded, everyone got bullied at school, but you quickly learned who to keep away from and, literally, not make eye contact, ah, happy days..Re: Schools Day's please tell us.
In general I didn't hate school, just loathed some of the teachers. The first was Mrs Darlington (2nd yr primary) made us "lefties" write right-handed. Of course I couldn't being a natural southpaw and this upset me so much I left class each afternoon . My mom was not amused and demanded that Mrs Darlington stop pressurising me because I was naturally left-handed. Mrs D said she only did it because "some children like to play up and pretend" (funny how you can remember this sort of thing almost verbatim 64yrs after the event!). The next was a Mr Dick (I kid you not) our Grammar School English Language teacher - a Scot of ill-repute and nature who used the tawse with great effect and pain.Re: Schools Day's please tell us.
I too am left handed and back in my infant school days the teacher tied my left hand behind my back. I would go home crying to "Mum" and she saw the doctor. After that I was separated from the other children and did all my written work in the corridor but allowed to use my left hand.Re: Schools Day's please tell us.
Reading your replies . I actually feel less guilty because all my life I've beaten myself up for not attending school from the age of 13 . Now reading what some of you say I realise I hated school because the teachers were bullies .Thread Tools | |
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