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

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.

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 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.

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.

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 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

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.

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 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

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 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.

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.

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 ?

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.

I was at a girls grammar school in the late 50s and had an absolutely terrifying physics teacher. One day she demanded to know why my hair was loose and said if .i came to school with it loose again she would tie it back with string! It sounds trivial now but I was petrified.

I can remember being slapped across the back of the legs for getting my sums wrong, and seeing others getting the ruler or cane across the palm of their hands. It was always one particular male teacher who wielded the cane. He also threw the wooden blackboard rubber at you if you got one of his mental arithmetic questions wrong. I just learned to duck quickly.We accepted it - we were post war children in very large classes of 40 plus - not that I'm advocating his methods.
I have never forgotten him humiliating me in front of the class because I passed the eleven plus and he said I didn't deserve it - I was lazy - and that my place should have gone to another child. It was worse than getting a slap when I thought I'd done something right for once! I switched off from that moment until I left the school, and wouldn't pay him any attention. What used to be called dumb insolence. He didn't react, and I stewed in my own juice.
I wonder if we went to the same school MaggieMay?

One of my teachers in junior school, hit me round the head so hard, my glasses flew off. My friend who went home for lunch, told her mum, who told mine. At the begining of the afternoon session my mum bust into the class, grabbed him and hit him round the head. When I left that school I heard that he had gone to prison for assault on a child.

My PE teacher at primary hated me because I got her into trouble with the head.

We had been doing high jump and my friend landed really heavily on her back winding herself. She was gasping for breath but the biatch screamed at her to get up. I ran over (and was screamed at for doing so) and could see she wasn't well as could another boy who had also defied her to check. As she wasn't going to do anything I ran at full pelt to the headmasters office and blurted that the girl couldn't breath and would DIE if he didn't come RIGHT NOW!

He literally ran all the way to the hall to see my friend and the other lad still on the mat and her sitting on her lardy backside scowling at the rest of the class. The headmaster checked my friend was ok then bellowed at the top of his voice that she get her backside into his office NOW.

After that she took every opportunity to make my life hell till I left for high school. I missed getting my Gymnastic badge (grade 3) because of her. Hope she rots in hell...

Had another headmistress throw a wooden blackboard wipe at the boy behind for speaking in class - though her aim was off and smacked me in the face resulting in blood everywhere as the edge of it pierced my face. She did look utterly mortified right enough.

At high school was vaulting a horse which had been getting progressively higher during the class and were down to the last 3 people to get over that height. Deputy head came in saying there was a phone call for the PE teacher so he left. dHead looked at the height of the horse and looked at me (i was small) waiting to go. He decided it was "much too high" and lowered it to its lowest level. I ran up, bounced on the springboard....didn't even touch the horse but sailed about a metre above it, across the mat and whacked into the floor. Proceeded to slide into a wall at speed and came to a halt there.

"Oh dear" he said "maybe I shouldn't have done that"

YOU THINK!?!!

On the positive side I had an English teacher who taught me the joy of reading which has stayed with me all my life. I have a theory that the sadistic, sarcastic teachers were all ex-forces (bearing in mind when us Boomers were at school) who treated the children as their squaddies.

In secondary school there were rubber throwers, but my worst teacher was when I was in the top year of junior school. She admitted to my Mum at the end of the year that she'd just taken a dislike to me. She would make me stand on a chair and make all the children point at me and laugh if I ever got anything wrong. There was one occasion when a boy had been naughty and was sent to sit alone at the side of the room, near the window. After a while he complained that there were bees coming in the window and scaring him, so she sent him back to his chair and made me sit there. Vile woman. The very worst thing though was that early in the year my Mum did go to see her because I'd said she was picking on me, but teacher told her it was nonsense. So after that, whenever I was upset about going to school, sometimes even vomiting from fear, I would then get a slap from Mum for lying, because teachers didn't lie! I really hope teachers aren't able to treat children like THAT any more.

I was taken into school at 4 because they needed my mother to teach at the Poor School up the road. On Monday mornings we were asked who hadn't gone to Mass on Sunday and anyone foolish enough to admit it got slapped on the face. We also got a slap on our legs if we came to school without a handkerchief in our knickers pocket. Some teachers didn't employ cruel methods and we would have a happy year but others were downright cruel and a boy in my class had a finger in his hand broken when Teacher hit him with the edge of the ruler. I remember all their names 70 years later.

In primary school we had tracing paper hung on a hook on the wall and when I was about 8 I accidentally tore a piece. We had a horrible teacher (she only lasted a term - I wonder how else she blotted her copybook!) who hit me on the leg with a ruler for that infringement. I loved my primary school, but that unfairness incident still rankles in my memory.

At Primary school I was pushed into the swimming pool - I had not yet learned to swim - aged about eight, and slapped for making a design on a slate board with chalks. This effort didn't suit the teacher, so she hit me. My OH, aged five, went to ask his teacher for another sheet of paper and was struck violently across the face; evidently this man was on the edge of a breakdown, and no action was taken. It was all fairly lively in schools back in the fifties. An elderly Uncle said it was not unusual for the boys to be horsewhipped when he was educated in the early part of the 20C. However, for all this violence his generation left school at fifteen articulate, numerate, with beautiful handwriting and often able to write shorthand. Every cloud...

My Primary school teacher (for 4 years) used to tell us all to stand on our chairs and then walk round the class hitting selected children on the shins with a ruler.
She was only a young woman so I can only assume that she went into teaching because so few careers were open to women in the early 50s. She clearly didn't enjoy it!

I learnt neat handwriting with the 'help' of a ruler in first year juniors. If our writing wasn't correct, the ruler would descend on our knuckles and we had to repeat the work until it was acceptable. Even now, if I'm handwriting something I use a fountain pen because I can guarantee it will be neat.