1st Grade: When the teacher was writing on the blackboard and heard someone talking, she’d ask the kid who was talking to stand up. When no one would stand up, she’d go to the part of the room from which the talking emanated, and smack the knuckles out of a dozen or so kids who sat in that part of the room.
5th Grade: One kid really tormented the girls. During lunch hour one day, the teacher grabbed the guy by the ear and marched him to the school bookstore. She then selected a girl’s school uniform dress and made the kid wear it over his pants during the afternoon session. The school office then sent a bill for the dress to the kid’s mother.
6th Grade: The teacher made a kid stand at attention for talking in class. After standing 10 minutes, the kid fainted. Teacher ran down the aisle, looked at the kid on the floor, looked at my BFF who sat in the last seat, and started beating my BFF while screaming “Why didn’t you catch him?” !!!
8th Grade: The teacher smacked me on the forearm with a yardstick. The stick must have been flawed because it broke in half. There she was, holding half a yardstick. Then she proclaimed, “You buy me a new one.” Mom was really PO’d.
I could come up with a dozen more of these anecdotes.
The teachers above were nuns, and this was 1950-58. Different world. There were 80-96 kids per class and most of the time you could hear a pin drop. Some today would call it child abuse, but I treasure the memories of a happy childhood which included elementary school with the “penguins” in charge.