The Oldies Thread


bigjonny said:
We had a physics teacher who's weapon of choice was a piece of rubber tubing.We had a choice of what to do for games lessons, he took trampolining and the lads had to take their undies off and wear shorts and vest, he also took swimming and did a head count in the changies every week just as we'd all stripped off.
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What kind of head count?
One of the metalwork teachers stood you on a stool, gripped what passed for sideburns, in other words wisps of hair, then kicked the stool away. He thought it hilarious.
 
tommytowne said:
What kind of head count?
One of the metalwork teachers stood you on a stool, gripped what passed for sideburns, in other words wisps of hair, then kicked the stool away. He thought it hilarious.
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Checking there were as many lads as there should have been, no-one skiving.
 
We had a strutting little Scots martinet who took us for the cadet force.

He'd position himself right in your face and scream: "Gonetomorrow? Am I hurting yeeeeuw?"

"No, sir."

"Well I should be. I'm standing on your HAIR!"
 

tommytowne said:
Question to us old gets and the "never did us any harm" school of thought.
When at secondary school back in the early to mid sixties, looking back, myself and others were subjected to discipline from the teachers, which today would be treated as assault.
A full on open handed slap from one of the gym teachers which sent me flying, because I hadn't brought my PE top. Another PE teacher telling us to hang from our arms from the top wall bar in the gym, while he inspected our "pumps" as they were back then, for cleanliness. If not you got a whack across the midriff from him with half a wall bar he carried with him, oh and if he caught you using your heels to support yourself, you would get another whack.
Just a couple of examples, but a general question, discipline or abuse?
Opinions welcome, and not confined to PE teachers by the way.
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Can't imagine how bad it must have been in the 60's, I started school in the 80's and still managed to get the cane/ruler more times than I care to remember. Even had a wooden chalkboard eraser, ping off my head and that was after the corporal punishment ban.

I was a magnet for trouble though so can't blame them. I don't really it think it changed my behaviour, just made me dislike school more and led to me missing more days.
 
tommytowne said:
Question to us old gets and the "never did us any harm" school of thought.
When at secondary school back in the early to mid sixties, looking back, myself and others were subjected to discipline from the teachers, which today would be treated as assault.
A full on open handed slap from one of the gym teachers which sent me flying, because I hadn't brought my PE top. Another PE teacher telling us to hang from our arms from the top wall bar in the gym, while he inspected our "pumps" as they were back then, for cleanliness. If not you got a whack across the midriff from him with half a wall bar he carried with him, oh and if he caught you using your heels to support yourself, you would get another whack.
Just a couple of examples, but a general question, discipline or abuse?
Opinions welcome, and not confined to PE teachers by the way.
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Lost count of the number of canings, slappings, ear tuggings and various other assaults I endured from 'teachers' back in the sixties. It was all in the pretence of instilling discipline, but in reality you knew when a teacher had had a bad night because they used to take it out on us kids in the most vicious manner.
It really was another age. Some teachers were just bullying thugs, although luckily I never encountered any paedophilia, but the thrashings were severe and routine. We had one Maths teacher who delighted in his torture of three of us in particular. For several weeks EVERY maths lesson would begin with "Jones, Connelly, Johnson, out here now!"
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
"That's before we do anything. Now sit down (if you can, ha ha) and if you step out of line you'll get it again, only harder you horrible little bast*rds"

Hated school, learned very little and left as soon as I could (several weeks before my 15th birthday)
It wasn't until my late 20s that I started 'Further Education' and realised that I actually enjoy learning. The years between age 11 and 15 were just a complete waste of time.
Happy days (not)
 

kev said:
Lost count of the number of canings, slappings, ear tuggings and various other assaults I endured from 'teachers' back in the sixties. It was all in the pretence of instilling discipline, but in reality you knew when a teacher had had a bad night because they used to take it out on us kids in the most vicious manner.
It really was another age. Some teachers were just bullying thugs, although luckily I never encountered any paedophilia, but the thrashings were severe and routine. We had one Maths teacher who delighted in his torture of three of us in particular. For several weeks EVERY maths lesson would begin with "Jones, Connelly, Johnson, out here now!"
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
"That's before we do anything. Now sit down (if you can, ha ha) and if you step out of line you'll get it again, only harder you horrible little bast*rds"


Hated school, learned very little and left as soon as I could (several weeks before my 15th birthday)
It wasn't until my late 20s that I started 'Further Education' and realised that I actually enjoy learning. The years between age 11 and 15 were just a complete waste of time.
Happy days (not)
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Pretty much mirrors my experience.
We had rugby coach who always hovered around the dressing room and even at that age you sensed there was something untoward. I only recently found out he had been jailed for abusing scholars.
At the age of sixteen I was caned by the headmaster, six of the best, for something I had nothing to do with but by then I had given up knowing I was leaving that summer.
Then from a regime of fear, to further education at technical college where you were addressed as "Mister". Then and only then did I thrive.
 
tommytowne said:
Pretty much mirrors my experience.
We had rugby coach who always hovered around the dressing room and even at that age you sensed there was something untoward. I only recently found out he had been jailed for abusing scholars.
At the age of sixteen I was caned by the headmaster, six of the best, for something I had nothing to do with but by then I had given up knowing I was leaving that summer.
Then from a regime of fear, to further education at technical college where you were addressed as "Mister". Then and only then did I thrive.
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I went to Cardinal Godfrey on Breckfield Road South which was run by a gang of lunatics that went under the name of Christian brothers ,You got canned every day even if you were off sick they would come round your house and wack you.
 

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