Your school Days !!

charry

charry

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Was you ever naughty in school , or a goody two shoes 😂?

was you a school , monitor , prefect , etc …..!

what punishments did you have or Get …..

Cant wait to see ,these answers ! 😂😂
 

If I had written, "Was you ever naughty", I would have been in trouble. I had a number of very pedantic teachers which is probably why I liked "Inspector Morse". I can just imagine the scene. "Lewis, it's were you, not was you."
Of course I was perfect, except when I wasn't. Detention was the common punishment. A few teachers would slap you, but we would get revenge in one way or another.
Of the "naughty" things we did,most were in chemistry. One foolish supply teacher showed us how to make a simple explosive that was OK when wet, but highly sensitive when dry. It was fun put some on a sugar cube and watch a fly land on it. BANG! goodbye fly.
In my senior years, the lab assistant, who had been to school with our now King Charles, used to make wine in school. I enjoyed the occasional test tube of orange wine. The lab assistant in question was very keen on horse racing and went on to work for one of the large racing stables.
 
charry said:
Was you ever naughty in school , or a goody two shoes 😂?
was you a school , monitor , prefect , etc …..!
what punishments did you have or Get …..
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I wasn't a goody two shoes... and I wasn't naughty... I was just "there"... existing.
Not a hall monitor, not a cheerleader, not a star athlete... again, just existing.
No punishments although I talked myself out of detention once for talking in class.
No wonder I was so glad to graduate... it was boring! :ROFLMAO:
 

I was a prefect..think I put more in detention than any prefect ever!
I was put in detention once.Most unjust.
I didn't go.
Knowing that meant an automatic caning.
I was never sent for.
Lucky escape.
 
Other "pranks" were to put a piece of sodium on a piece of foil and place it carefully in a urinal. o_O.... or fill up the hose of someone's Bunsen burner with water and when they turned on the gas, they got a pretty fountain :LOL: It's a surprise that we survived to tell the tales.
 
In grade school grades 1 to 8 I fit in because with only 12 of us in that age bracket it wasn't a good idea to stand out as a trouble maker. Remember that times were different during the late 40's thru mid 50's. Only trouble all us guys got into was being late for class because we were having a rock fight. Picked up sides to throw rocks at each other. Must have been fun at the time, doesn't sound like fun now at my age.

Strange the things that are remembered

Junior high thru high school over 600 students. Just wanted to get thru. In 10th. grade managed to sign up for a new program that made it possible to have all the mandatory course completed in the morning & work at a job in the afternoon. Be a trouble maker & you were kicked out of that program. I liked making money so it was goody two shoes for me.

It didn't hurt that during my senior year I was able to buy a Ford convertible & always had money of my own to spend on dates.
 
For grade school I lived in a small town. Our school, the principal had a large wooden paddle hanging on his wall. If you were sent to see the principal by a teacher, you were at risk of getting swats. Also, if two boys got into a fight in school, you would have to 'trade swats' in the office and if you didn't hit the other guy hard enough, the principal would give you a swat. I speak from experience on both counts.

In high school I was in a much larger town, and I never had any problems. But I know some who did. If you were sent to the principal in high school, you were expelled for a time and your parents had to come pick you up. I am really glad I did not get into trouble; my dad would have been much harder on me than the principal.
 
Knight said:
Only trouble all us guys got into was being late for class because we were having a rock fight. Picked up sides to throw rocks at each other. Must have been fun at the time, doesn't sound like fun now at my age.
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Wow, I must have lived far in the boondocks... we wimps threw things like snowballs and had snowball fights. Rocks never entered my mind, but it may have come in handy a time or two! :LOL:
 
Always on my school reports , it read , Charry does not pay attention, and could do better if paid more attention….
I was a school milk monitor tho, ..I hated the warm muck ….yuk …..
 
Timewise 60+ said:
For grade school I lived in a small town. Our school, the principal had a large wooden paddle hanging on his wall. If you were sent to see the principal by a teacher, you were at risk of getting swats. Also, if two boys got into a fight in school, you would have to 'trade swats' in the office and if you didn't hit the other guy hard enough, the principal would give you a swat. I speak from experience on both counts.

In high school I was in a much larger town, and I never had any problems. But I know some who did. If you were sent to the principal in high school, you were expelled for a time and your parents had to come pick you up. I am really glad I did not get into trouble; my dad would have been much harder on me than the principal.
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Ah yes--the board of education applied to the seat of knowledge.

Speaking of trading swats, when I was about 9 my father bought boxing gloves for my brother and I--he was 7 at the time. He said, the next time you get into a fight, you are going to wear these and do it right. Sure enough, within a few hours, we put them on. Of course, then we didn't want to fight and there were tears as he swatted us into punching each other. That was the only time I ever recall donning the gloves. Don't know what ever happened to them.
 
oldlongwalker said:
Ah yes--the board of education applied to the seat of knowledge.

Speaking of trading swats, when I was about 9 my father bought boxing gloves for my brother and I--he was 7 at the time. He said, the next time you get into a fight, you are going to wear these and do it right. Sure enough, within a few hours, we put them on. Of course, then we didn't want to fight and there were tears as he swatted us into punching each other. That was the only time I ever recall donning the gloves. Don't know what ever happened to them.
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Reminds me of my cousins , 5 boys always fighting , so my aunt Sadie bought them all boxing gloves for their xmas presents, and told them to beat each other instead of fighting and squabbling with each other everyday … …they didn’t bother aggravating each other after that lol
 
I managed to make it through 12 years of school without getting in trouble except for one time.

In third grade, for some reason that I cannot remember, I had to go stand out in the hall. Normally, that wasn't the end of the world as there would usually be someone else standing out there too and you could wave to them and exchange hand gestures, but this time our Principal came by on her rounds.

Now, let me say that our Principal was NOT our Pal..... She was the scariest thing on earth. Just the mere thought of her still sends chills to the backbones of thousands of students who passed under her eagle eye. If Central Casting had to supply an actress to play "The Scary Principal", they would have sent her.

So she "invited" me down to her office for "a little chat". I was crying so hard I threw up all over the place and my mother had to come to school and take me home.

I think the prospect of a repeat "little visit" kept me out of trouble for the rest of my school career.

My college days now......well, let's just not talk about that.....
 
Between being a drummer in the school band, plus girl watching and flirting, I was a lousy student. I could tolerate wood shop but everything else was a waste of time for me. It took the Army to straighten my ass out. Also enjoyed Army schooling. It taught me a trade, although I really haven’t worked on too many tanks since I got out. ⛽🚧🚟
 
In 3rd grade a bee came in through an open window and decided to buzz around my head. I was swatting and ducking and the teacher yelled at me for disrupting class. I didn't know it then, but it turns out I'm allergic to bee stings. I don't know why that episode stuck with me.

In high school, my senior year, I ditched school for 3 weeks straight before getting caught. A bunch of us kids went to someone's house and hung around all day watching TV while the parents were at work. My mom went and talked to the principal and somehow convinced him not to suspend me. She figured I'd been good for almost 4 years in high school and never even grounded me. Very unlike her! 🤔
 
I was kind of a class clown; didn't hesitate to quip during lectures and lessons and whatnot; but my teachers liked me, so I didn't get into trouble over it very often. In grade school I got into a lot of fist fights, but from junior high school on, I was on the school's baseball and wrestling teams, and didn't get into anymore "playground fights."

I made good grades, but I also had a really good time. School was fun, fights and all.
 
High school and the bad boys hanging out front, loaded on reds. Awww, the memories. :)

For talking in class to one of my male classmates, my teacher made me sit outside on a stool and keep the door open.
A male teacher.

I was always late to school, but at the time there was no fence, so I was able to cut across this vast amount of lawn to save time.
Went to summer school for flunking PE..lol
We had early morning swimming and then archery. Much more fun than regular PE.
 
Excessive use of a strap as an implement of corporal punishment. It was typically a broad and heavy strip of leather, often with a hard handle, the more flexible 'blade' being applied to the offender and used liberally in my Catholic school. I was taught that God is love and to make sure that I got that message out came that strap.

At fourteen I left school, but not education. I had been involved in a serious road accident that hospitalised me for a year. My education continued in hospital. No strap, taught one to one, I soared. Once out of hospital, college and degree followed. Hated school.
 
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