'Inappropriate' behaviour By Your Teachers

[Melvil]

The question is.... what are weirdos like this doing nowadays? Working as estate agents perhaps?

Maybe...I went to a boarding school and had a lovely but utterly bonkers housemaster very much from, if you'll pardon the expression, the old-school. He was a wee bit of a lush and used to get half-cut every evening then wander round the corridors muttering to himself. He'd begin every end-of-term interview with 'how's the maths coming on, old boy, still coping in French?' etc and then an hour later his eyes would be rolling and he'd stop in the middle of a sentence and say something like 'you know what? You're a f**k**g great bloke!'. His wife would then usually quietly and quickly escort him away.

I phoned him up about five years after I left school just to see how he was doing. 'Quadruple bypass last year, old chap' he jaunted, merrily. 'Doctors say I have to cut down on the fags and booze a little bit but what do they know, eh?' 'Quite' I said. 'Quite.'

 

[goo_mason]

The Techie (metalwork, woodwork, technical drawing) teachers were the mad ones at my high school. One of the games they used to like playing was to pick someone at random to come and stand by them down at the front of the class. Whilst there, they'd hold them tightly at either side of their head and lift them off the ground, so that their whole weight would be pulling on their neck.

As far as I know, no-one was ever paralysed by their 'antics'.

Primary school had the rugby-playing PE teacher. At age 8, if you misbehaved, you were made to lie across the vaulting horse, and get a thwack across the backside with a bat every time he walked around the gym. His other favourite was to make you stand with oustretched arms with beanbags piled on the backs of your hands. If you let your arms drop down and lost any beanbags, you'd get belted (aka strap or tawse). And this would be for minor things, not the unruly, no-respect-for-authority misbehaviour that goes on nowadays. You'd get it for dropping the ball, or for letting out a yelp when Carol-Anne raked her nails down your back for a giggle ...

Met his sister on a work outing in the mid-90s - she turned out to work in my office. "Oh, XXX is such a lovely bloke, he's so gentle !" I didn't have the heart to let on that he got his kicks out of terrifying and assaulting under-10s.

 

[Aperitif]

I had the usual duster chucking Physics master, the totally nutbrained Biology teacher/ Cadet Commandant freak, a Welsh Head of PE who used to go berserk on a regular basis and the really kind, encouraging types who made it worth attending.

Read the messageboard here if you really want to know! All is laid bare!

Ah - school days!

 

[bobg]

Having read all these, I begin to wonder if many of these teachers, and I think we all have our tales to tell, come from a similar source?? Having left an inadequate secondary modern in 1966, many of the thugs in my class, ( and there were many), having gained a couple of GCE's went straight into teachers training college..... They'll be retiring on quite a reasonable pension now....... I 'spect I'll be getting it in the neck from a 60 year old ex sec mod pupil then teacher who cycles

 

[gbb]

Despite being at school in the late 60s and early 70s...i was a goooood boy and only ever got one spectacular cuff around the head by a teacher...he was tall and bony, hands the size of shovels..really
He clocked me one and i stayed hit for the rest of the day

I was talking to my mum and dad the other day about this, they both went to school in the 30s and 40s.
Caning was spontaneous, regular and for the slightest thing...
The girls used to get the cane for not taking the correct dinner money to school, or even for not having the correct amount. Mum said there used to be kids knocking on the doors, frantically asking for change to get the correct amount.
Dad got the cane once for sitting next to a girl on the bus....problem was he fancied her, and so did the prefect sitting nearby . The prefect saw to it dad got his 'just' desserts.
Just about any indiscretion got you the cane.
Then...to top it all...you got the same from your dad when he found out.

God bless the 30s and 40s

 

[gbb]

You all went to wimpy schools. At my school, we were routinely flogged with a cat o' nine tails and anyone getting more than a hundred lashes usually died. Three boys died in one week and no one complained.

Thankyou Patrick....made me laugh

 

[mondobongo]

There was no way you would ever go home and complain about getting the cane/pump. Your Mum or Dad would immediately say you must have deserved it and give you another crack for misbehaving at school.

 

[Flying_Monkey]

I am not even going into my school experiences. Suffice it to say the Headmaster was investigated by the police and the school was later closed and demolished.

 

[Jaded]

One teacher drank from Sccchhhhh bottles whilst invigilating prep. A mixture of milk and gin I believe. He'd get worse as the evening wore on.

He stamped on a lad's mouse. He made us say prayers for the geography library. He threw the library bell across the room. It stopped working. He widened the circle of one of my friends and was asked to leave.

 

[Flying_Monkey]

In my second school, I ended up teaching the Geography classes sometimes because the Geography teacher was so drunk. Nice guy though, and when sober, quite enlightening...

 

[Twenty Inch]

I spent two thoroughly miserable years in an Irish version of a UK boarding school. It was a foul place and I am still sometimes surprised at memories or issues that arise. There was some physical violence, a lot of emotional abuse, and a lack of any sort of meaningful pastoral care. It absolutely baffles me to this day how people think that sending 11 year old boys away to live collectively and be at the mercy of bullies is a good thing. I didn't realise how unhappy I was until my parents could no longer afford the fees and sent me to the local comp instead.

 

[Kirstie]

Wow. Some of these stories are awful. Mostly men abusing boys too...
The only thing I had was that I was repeatedly bullied by a teacher at the age of 8 for the one year I was in her class. At the time my mum was a classroom assistant in the school, and sometimes helped her out. When my mum wasn't helping her, that's when she bullied me. It was bizarre and awful at the time, and had repercussions later on. Another teacher at secondary school (an all girls private school) took a personal dislike to me and marked me down repeatedly, but my parents took issue with it and made her look stupid. There was none of the physical violence that anyone here is describing at any of my schools though.

 

[ChrisKH]

I probably would have benefited from a boarding school but went to a poor performing Comp. Had the chance to go to a fee paying school six months in but decided, stupidly, not to go. I wish my parents had been a bit more assertive.

Violence wasn't the norm but certainly expected. I was waiting in the gym once for circuit training to start and our head of PE (always Welsh weren't they?), said 'no one is to touch the ropes until I say so'. Red rag to a bull that, so I picked one up just as he turned to face us and dropped it immediately. He sprinted from the other end of the hall, made me bend over and took a running hit using the hardened rubber end of the rope. The pain was unbelievable, but there's no way I was going to cry (I was 13). I got my own back in rugby practice when he decided to show us how the Welsh play rugby. Not for long he didn't. Got promoted to the first team not long after that. The PE teachers also had a 'hot seat' which was a small cricket bat with 'hot seat' written in flame using felt tip. They must have done it in their spare time. Bless. I never did get that one. The thing is, once you represented the school and/or district at football, rugby and athletics the PE teachers attitude changed towards you.
I also got thrashed round the head by our Head of Year Geography teacher with a very large file. He was a strict disciplinarian and I was running in the corridor. I probably deserved it, but thought it was a mate of mine, so I stood up and raised my fists. Got sent to the Head for that one.

My brother was a constant offender. He let off a stink bomb in end of year assembly and got six for that. He was a poor performer, dyslexic (which they didn't know at the time) and was beaten regularly. Looking back, he was clearly special needs, but there were few facilities for his type. I don't think it affected him much. He'll be coming out of Chelmsford nick in a few weeks.

 

[Hilldodger]

Blimey

On reflection, Lutterworth Grammar was a very good school and even though I hated schools in general, I have no real horror stories to tell.

My worst time was when a cousin of mine became a teacher there and on occasion even tried to teach me. We came to an agreement very soon and I was left alone.

However, Ellie was very attractive and a lot of the lads (and even a few girls and a couple of teachers) tried very hard to find out personal details about her. I kept quiet but used the situation to my advantage a couple of times

I now work with a couple of my former teachers providing special needs cycling to their students.

 

[Cycling Naturalist]

I am not even going into my school experiences. Suffice it to say the Headmaster was investigated by the police and the school was later closed and demolished.

Was the ground sown with salt?