What's the Worst

[FlashDrive (Poppy)]

OK.... What's the ' worst ' punishment you copped while at School.

Primary School for me .... ' six ' cuts with the Cane by the Deputy Principle
3 on each hand ... right on the tip of the fingers.... the ol' fingers felt ' hot ' for a while. ...this was in the middle 60's

Secondary High School ..... ' whacked ' on the back with a ' T ' Square in Tech' Drawing Class .... for talking to my mate next to me... mind you. I was asked several times to stop talking ..... then he came up behind and let it ' rip ' .... stung like hell to. ... this was in the early 70's ( 70-72 )

Try any of this on students today and you'd end up in Court and even sacked.

Ahhh Discipline ... in a by gone era

So .... what was your worst at School....

Col ....

[AstralTraveller (David)]

Attendance!

[inline_online (Dan)]

Never happened to me but in primary school in Oamaru, New Zealand there was a teacher called Mr Moulton. He was my Yr 1 or 2 teacher I think and he was the corporal punishment teacher.
Every now and then a kid would knock on the door and say "Mr Moulton? I need the strap."
They would then go into the corridor and a minute later you'd hear a thwack followed by tears. This would have been about 1980 or so.

[Atmos (Colin)]

Being at primary school through the 90's and high school through the 00's, I don't have any of those kids of stories. I was also a really quiet kid and kept out of trouble

[FlashDrive (Poppy)]

Originally Posted by AstralTraveller

Attendance!

[billdan (Bill)]

In primary school in England (1950's) when we had to dip our pens in inkwells, if you left any blotches on the page, you got the cane. This happened to me countless times as an eight year old until I learnt to control the pen. And they forced left handers to write with their right hand.

Later in High School in Canberra as a 14 yr old, I got six of the best ( across the fingers) for smoking in the toilets.

Fun days they were.

[pmrid (Peter)]

Day 1 Grade 1 - Catholic Primary School at Coollangatta. I was dumped out on the footpath and told to "go to school - you'll love it." All that made me want to do is take a leak so I wandered in the direction of the dunnies and went into the first one I saw. It was a girl's loo. But hell, I couldn't read. All hell broke loose. A chorus of 5 and 6 year-old females screaming as if I was about to play Atilla the Hun with them all. Within seconds, a flock of nuns arrived and I was paraded in front of the whole school at morning assembly.
It was a landmark event - began my journey to atheism with a real bang.
Peter

[julianh72 (Julian)]

I was not exactly a model student in primary school (Brisbane, 1960s), so visits to the Principal's office for one or two "cuts" with the whippy cane applied to the back of the legs happened a couple of times a year, or as many as "six of the best" for a particularly bad transgression.

The red welts were a badge of honour amongst your class mates, but you'd try to hide them from your parents, because they would want to know what you did wrong - and their sympathies would reside with the Principal rather than their son!

On one occasion in Year 7, I was wrongly identified by a teacher as being involved in a schoolyard brawl. (I was only watching, not fighting - but I might have been egging on the participants a bit!) We were all rounded up and sent to the office for 6 each. One by one, we went into the Principal's office; when it was my turn, I received my 6 cuts, and then the Principal asked me "Well, boy - do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"Yes, Sir, I didn't do it!"

The Principal looked at me, and concluded I was telling the truth (probably because I'd never protested my innocence in the past). "Hmmmm ... but I suppose there have been several other times when you got away with something?"

"Ummm ... yes, Sir, I suppose so ..."

"Very well - consider this your punishment for those past transgressions. Out! Next!"

I left his office thinking it was "a fair cop"!

[pfitzgerald (Paul)]

Two 'licks' on the hand with a leather strap in Grade 6 for throwing yonnies.

[doppler (Rick)]

Ah the good old days 1970's high school. Got the cane many times mostly for knowing about some school "crime" activity (ie being seen in the vicinity) and refusing to dobb in the perpetrator, the rule was guilty until proved innocent. The headmaster had a pool cue rack with various diameter lengths of dowel that he would spend time sizing up before selecting one for use, the thin one stung the most. In the mid 70's canning stopped after word got out that one of my mates had refused to put his hand out for the cane, saying that they would have to hold him down first.... and so started detention. This was also the start of the time when a few students realized that they had some rights in the school community. There was one teacher who would bore the blunt end of his biro into the chest of misbehaving students. One day as this was happening in one of my classes another student nearby jumped out of his seat punched the teacher really hard on the upper arm and said "you can't do that". There was total silence for a few moments and the teacher didn't know what to do or say and in the end went back to his desk and continued the class.

[Ric]

At the age of 9 in 1969, we went to Italy to live for a while, the local school in the little village where we lived was actually the local convent for the nuns.
Day 1, ten minutes in and I had my left hand tied behind my back to make me write right handed, I also had the equivalent of a 4x2 length of wood tied down my spine to make me sit upright. I had to stay like this all day even to eat my lunch.

I came home that afternoon very upset and with rope burns all over my left arm and a sore back.

The upshot was that the police were called. This was to protect the nuns from my mum (5'1" pommy and a fiery redhead) who had almost kicked the doors down to convent.

That was the start of home schooling for me, my mum would teach English and Maths in the morning while my uncles and aunts would take me all over the local area visiting churches, museums and art galleries and teach me about history and art. A better education than any school could offer then.

Came back to Australia in 1971 and was told that as home schooling wasn't accepted then and I would have to go to the school board to be assessed and probably be put two years. I walked out of that meeting with the board totally stunned at my knowledge for and 11 year old and I went straight into my normal age level.

I am glad that the kids of today will never have to experience this sort of thing.

[FlashDrive (Poppy)]

Originally Posted by pmrid

Day 1 Grade 1 - Catholic Primary School at Coollangatta. I was dumped out on the footpath and told to "go to school - you'll love it." All that made me want to do is take a leak so I wandered in the direction of the dunnies and went into the first one I saw. It was a girl's loo. But hell, I couldn't read. All hell broke loose. A chorus of 5 and 6 year-old females screaming as if I was about to play Atilla the Hun with them all. Within seconds, a flock of nuns arrived and I was paraded in front of the whole school at morning assembly.
It was a landmark event - began my journey to atheism with a real bang.
Peter

[JA]

Form 1 (that should give you a clue as to when) or Year 7 now days, there was the prepunishment/prep then the corporal punishment.


Outside on a 3rd floor balcony on a windy cold winter's day with hands needing to be maintained holding steel balcony handrail for a good 15 minutes (nearly blue by then), followed by 4 of the best from a 6'4" teacher who could wield his 25mm x 25mm x 400mm stiched leather strap (call it solid !!!) like Excalibur.

Inside (this time) kneeling on the VERY EDGE on the front platform for a good 10minutes and when I say kneeling I mean only on kneecap on the platform edge followed by 2 of the best ......

Ahhhh, what times we had

Best
JA

[tlgerdes (Trevor)]

Started with the cane in yr4 and went downhill from there until yr9. Average at about one incident per term.

Year 9 didn't change my actions, just my attitude towards my actions, didn't give a s#1t about it, didn't try to hide it, so for some reasons the teachers let it slide. This was a Catholic school too.

[axle01 (Alan)]

6 cuts ha I got that every week, one teacher reckoned I would be a security guard after school because i was made stand outside the door most days till the head master came round.

[raymo]

Was this when you were in Guantanamo JA. I gather the waterboarding
began the following year.
raymo

[Ric]

Not Guantanamo Raymo.

Just the school system of the 60's and 70's

[JA]

Originally Posted by raymo

Was this when you were in Guantanamo JA. I gather the waterboarding
began the following year.
raymo

Almost Raymo ..... It was in the heydays of XXX XxXXXXX - no names no courts martials

Best
JA

[csb (Craig)]

Enfield Primary School in late 60's had a yard stick that was called Poison Ivy. It had the name written on it in large letters too!

I never got it but we were in an open space unit and we saw other boys get it. They swung it like a cricket bat.

[The Mekon (John Briggs)]

[QUOTE]

Originally Posted by julianh72

The red welts were a badge of honour amongst your class mates, but you'd try to hide them from your parents, because they would want to know what you did wrong - and their sympathies would reside with the Principal rather than their son!

This was so true! I got the cane number of times in 2nd and 3rd form (year 8 & 9 for those too young) The most deserving was once when after lunch I blew up my lunch paper bag right in front of the teacher, my mate next to me dared me to pop it and I did. I got 4 for that one!

Probably the most spectacular event - and one that would raise the most outrage today, was the sportmaster's mass caning at recess. We had compulsory sport Tuesday afternoons (not your first XV stuff but sport where everyone was forced to do various activities we did not like) Many boys nicked off for this, Until one day all the names of the absentees were read out. These boys were lined up in a huge long line and given the number of cuts according to their year - 1 for 1st formers and 6 for the 6th form. The sportsmaster was one of the hardest caners in the school and the whole mass caning took over 30 minutes. It was a legend.