What your teacher said to you that they wouldn't get away with now.

Nothing so tame as an eraser thrown at me. I was several rows back talking and my history teacher who had a broken leg at the time threw his wooden crutch at me luckily it missed or I might have been killed. Told my mum who said I shouldn't have been talking.

Our language teacher was blind. He would make out he was feeling for your tie & try & cop a grope of your boobs! Same teacher chucked board rubbers with amazing accuracy! He also kicked a hole in his cupboard in temper! Didn't like his classes much ?

During the ' sex education ' lesson in biology class. The teacher turned to me and said to the whole class - " Angela I expect you think a woman will have a zip put in her stomach to make childbirth easy '. Even though it was said to me in the 70s I still remember the laughter from the class.

I didn't have any trouble at school but my sister did. On one occasion after a pretty minor transgression a teacher made my sister stand in front of the class and made the classmates chant 'XXX is a silly little girl' over and over again. Nasty. Not corporal punishment but just as abusive in its way.

I went to a Catholic boarding school and we were seen individually by Mother Swinton for "careers advice". I was told that I was so stupid that I could only be a teacher or a nurse! I had got an A grade when I sat my 11+ years before.

I was at school in the 1970's and early 80's my junior school still used the cane and I recall getting the ruler across my knuckles for talking! But worse than this I think were the humiliations! One teacher told me that my hair (being frizzy) looked as if I had been dragged backwards through a hedge ( I was 11 and shy!) we had a maths supply teacher who shouted at us if we took too long to answer a question and would make sarcastic comments and my teacher in second year at juniors (when I was 8!) used to make sexually suggestive comments about my mother! I never told her about them but they really upset me! He also used to bully the boys so badly that one little lad ran away from home!! This was through a state junior school and later a fee paying school, bad experience in both!
I am pleased to see that teachers won't make these types of comments now! Good riddance to the bad old days

Popular 1970s' Y6 teacher, good at getting grammar school places, used to send pupils to the corner shop to buy his cigarettes. Similar young man in a very well regarded church school, same leafy suburb,10 years ago, announced in early December 'If your parents ask what I would like for Christmas please tell them I prefer red wine!'. And that is what he got!!
Terrifying 1960s elderly woman in South London 3 decker building hissed to shaking 8 year old boy 'You do that once more and I'll hold you out of the window by your braces and one by one cut off the buttons with a pair of rusty school scissors!'
Black teacher opening his own car boot, 1980s, racist colleague yells from window, grinning, 'You, boy, get away from that car!' Same charmer, given Christmas cards by Y7 girls at staff room door said 'What are you giving me this rubbish for? as he tore them in half and dropped them in the bin.
10 years ago acclaimed junior school head forced young Y6 teachers to join her in SATs cheating. They feared for their jobs, senior staff themselves now ...

I was horrified to hear a very recent account from a teacher. She was advised not to exclude a certain little Asian boy from her classroom for too long otherwise he'd set up a shop! My friend is only a young thing and still kicks herself for being too shocked to say anything.

I too had a teacher who threw board-rubbers & chalk with great accuracy but only ever at the boys, he taught History & was a frustrated Archeologist!! Great at teaching his subject though.

Our Geography teacher would hit boys on the head with his signet ring (it wasn't a flat one though) & a Maths teacher always called my friend a "silly sausage" - he was a big Scotsman (always wore a kilt for School Christmas Carol Service in local Church).

The girls got off fairly lightly & I had the most marvelous English teacher (it did help if you liked Monty Pythons Flying Circus) who encouraged my love of reading & WW1 poets.

My late DH had a teacher who used a rapier (fencing sword with ball on end) which he would flex & then release against the checks of he bottom leaving a large bruise

When I was six, I was moved to a higher class mid-term because it was felt I could do more advanced work. The new teacher evidently resented this, as she constantly put me down. When I completed the first arithmetic text book, she made me start all over again rather than go on to the next book. She kept me on the basic reading book, despite my being able to read well for my age (as evidenced in the previous class and also the one I went on to the following year).

I remember being made to stand in front of the class and read aloud, together with two boys whose names I remember to this day. They were from very poor backgrounds and had real problems with learning. I found this particularly stressful as I had a cleft lip and palate which was repaired through my early childhood, but not complete at this time.

I remember that totally insensitive teacher who never gave me (and probably others with whom she found fault, though she had 'favourites' who were allowed sleep in the afternoons)credit for anything. In my view, she was in the wrong job!

I think a lot of teachers in our day were in the wrong job. We seemed to have a lot of spinster ladies who felt like they'd entered teaching as it was a respectable occupation rather than a vocation.

I had a very large, very masculine female geography teacher who, if she saw you touching anything while she was speaking, would throw it out of the window. After her classes you would see a little pile of pens, pencils, erasers and rulers and pupils mooching through them to retrieve what she had thrown.
We also had an English teacher who threw a plimsoll at you if you were talking in class.
I don't think anyone objected to it and we all quickly learned how to behave.

Little Y7 chap always in trouble, stood outside head's room and told not to to move or speak. Three times opened door, 'Sir, sir...' Three times shouted at to get out. He was trying to tell him a strange man had just gone into an office and come out with a computer. He did get an apology but later was excluded to another local school which soon had a mysterious fire ...
1980s: Plausible teacher had a fight with a 6th form boy in a nightclub - over a female teacher. Only the boy and his friends were pilloried in the local press. Same teacher habitually called a group of girls 'slags', they complained to me, I went to senior staff member, he said 'Oh, well, he's leaving at the end of term.'
Senior staff member (who taught history) amused Y7 boys by always coming into changing rooms with an urgent message forPE staff as the boys were changing.
Female PE teacher at a different school reminisced about the old days when she used to chase the girls around the showered area with a wet towel??!!
Nice story, from a pleasanter school, young teacher in her mid 20s was refused entry to local club's over 21 night for being apparently too young. When her colleagues got in they found a 17 year old male pupil bopping away merrily.
Another school, teacher went to ladies at gig in pub and found 4 horrified 15 year old pupils in there. Quick agreement that no one would mention seeing each other. The teacher also had 'a rep to protect!'
I feel that I should add that I taught for many years in many schools!!

I used to go home for lunch as I couldn't stand school dinners - we were forced to eat everything, even if we didn't like it. I remember one of my friends not wanting to eat nasty slimy junket (remember that?) and after sitting there for some time with the teacher saying she wasn't going anywhere until she ate it, she tried eating it and was promptly sick all over the table. When I was about 9 or 10, the bell for lunch went and most of the class hadn't finished their work, so the teacher said we all had to stay there until everyone had finished. I put my hand up and said that I had to leave to catch my bus, otherwise I would get home too late to be able to have lunch and get back to school on time. She refused to let me go, even though I had finished my work so, when she wasn't looking, I got out of the window and ran for my bus. (It was a ground floor classroom with low windows.)I think I missed it and was terribly upset when I got home. My Dad went to the phone box and rang the school and I was allowed to stay home that afternoon as I was so upset. The next day, the headmistress told me never to do it again, but I suspect that the teacher concerned got told off as she didn't do it again and I didn't get into trouble.

trisher, your post reminds me of my headmaster in the junior school, Mr. Payne, (name and shame) we used to have to go and see him occasionally to read. We had to stand next to him and he would put his hand up my skirt,inside my knicker legs and rub my behind and all down the legs. He did it to several of us. I told my mum but she just laughed.

Aged 4 1/2 and new at primary school I desperately needed the loo. When I asked if i could "be excused" I was told crossly to go back and sit down. The inevitable happened and I got told off. When I said I had earlier asked to go, I was then told not to answer back! Couldn't win.

We had a gym mistress who was a sadist. If you admitted to being afraid of water she made you jump from the top diving board. If you wouldn't do it she sent another girl up to push you off. If you were incompetent in the gym she would sit you on a top bar and tell everyone for about 15 minutes how stupid you were. I'm still afraid of water. If you made a mistake in the French lesson, another teacher (a nun) would stand you up and tell you all your faults for the whole lesson. It happened to several girls as well as me. A Catholic convent school, no less, to which I had won two scholarships! Anyone recognise this?

I recognise it to an extent. The gym mistress sounds positively sadistic. The nuns used a form of psychological bullying at times but on the whole they were fine, even kind. If they were cross with you they always used your first and second names to address you, and often made you stand at the back for the rest of the lesson. They also addressed you as child, even if you were taller and bigger than they were.

l was knocked out cold by a Rounders Ball & when I came to in medical room my finger nails had all been cut. Deputy head said they were too long (just showing white above finger tip- not long at all). They were all ragged & one finger was bleeding.
My Mother was up to the school like a shot the next day & obtained an abject apology when she threatened to call the police for assault. Not the first or last time she had to go to the school by any means.
She was even more furious about the fact they had taken the time to cut my nails but not called an ambulance. I had one hellava bruise on my forehead for days.
One of many times my Mum ( & many other parents)had a set to with this vile woman!We were all terrified of her.She did pick on me as she was my Maths teacher & I was useless at maths- still am- they call is being discalculate or number blindness or something now days I believe.My elder son also has it.

When I was 8/9, the nun who taught me piano would rap me over the knuckles with a conductor's baton - this was in the 1940s!!

I remember a particular teacher, who would always tell me off for leaving too bigger gap between my written words and that I should use my index finger to measure the spacing. When I tried to demonstrate that I had a finger width between my words she would slap my hand away and tell me not to "answer back" I did have wide fingers, hers were like skinny witches fingers with nasty nicotine stained, claw like nails.
Oh how I hated that woman!

I can certainly remember having the cane(six of the best)

My parents never knew about anything that went on at school, wait till your Father gets home, was enough to keep us quite about anything.

A retired teacher, I am told by ex pupils that I am fondly remembered as the teacher who told her class of 8 year olds that the next person who asked to go to the toilet, would be required to do it in the waste paper bin. I can only imagine what would happen if I said that these days.

No bad things happened to us, but one remark has stuck with me,we all loved Enid Blyton books, growing up in the fifties, and when we were reviewing books during a lesson, we were told we should never read Enid Blyton, but the classics instead. After that we always had a guilty conscience when reading the Famous Five books. I wonder if this was snobbery, or what was the reason, kids still love Enid Blyton, I think.

Don't apply for medical school if you think you're good looking! They only take plain girls as the others will marry and waste their training!