What is the most random school memory you have?

Jane Wightman being foul to me!

The art teacher being lovely despite my hopeless efforts.

Our lovely English teacher.

The cookery teacher telling me not to have children as they would starve to death if they had to rely on my cooking.

Llamedos13

I always remember throwing up all over my reader when I was five or six because I was made to drink warm milk. When it came to my turn to read the words I couldn’t as the page was covered in sick.The teacher unaware of what happened matched over to my little desk and slammed her hand on the page to show me the words.Then when she realized her hand was covered in sick she gave me a good slap with her other hand!

Oh yuck! Warm milk.
I also threw up over a teachers feet. I wasn't a very good traveller. I was sharing a seat with her on a bus on our way home! So embarrassing. I was probably 12/13 yeas old.

pably15

I remember that little bottle of milk too, we had to drink it before we got out at playtime which was 11 am, the teacher left the room and told us to go when we finished our milk, everyone had gone except me...I hated milk, so I left mine and went outside, when we came back in the teachers asked who hadn't finished their milk, nobody answered, she looked at me and asked if I wanted it ,and she waited till I drank it .

I feel for you, as I hated milk too. Especially when it was warmed up in the winter. Yuck!

Before leaving school climbing down the drain pipe to get a swim as we couldn’t be expelled as we were about to leave school!

It was in 1969 when my A-level French teacher wrote in my final school report that I stood absolutely no chance whatsoever of passing the exam. He was completely wrong - I passed. Sadly I never saw the guy again, but so wish I had done. I'll never understand why the teacher wrote what he did, how ever did he get it so wrong?

Writing 6/6/66 with my Osmiroid cartridge pen in royal blue ink.

Primary school, might have been six or so, school dentist came to check our teeth. She was an abrupt little German woman so her accent sounded quite harsh. Whe lined up in the hall and when she got to me I had a loose tooth she touched and without a word pulled it out! It bled on and off all afternoon. Put me right of dentists.

Being asked 'how many fingers do you have?' I was 5 yrs and being interviewed by nuns to see what class I would fit into. Of course I knew up to 10 and was cross that she did not specify fingers on both hands.

jenpax

Being given the ruler across my hand for talking

Me too Jenpax. You didn’t by any chance to to a convent school did you. Happy slappy nuns😣

Worst memory I had was getting the ruler for nothing. Another group of boys had shouted at a lady cutting through the grounds of the school and everyone in the vicinity got a ruler for being there. I was so upset and still to this day hate unfairness in any way!

Not so pleasant: I hated the Grammar school I was at, everything about it and the staff, with some exceptions.

I was talking in Biology class when the subject was 'Parasites'. Teacher suddenly stopped and said '..and beachcomber is a parasite on society'...

A poor joke [if she thought it was one], little did she know of how bad life was at home...and that she was one teacher I liked and respected. I was very upset, and never forgot it.

In the last year of junior school my form teacher called me up to his desk and me a book about The Impressionists, Van Gogh, Manet, Monet, Cezanne etc and talked about the artists and pictures. We hadn't been learning about any of it so seemed very random.

Since then I have loved art, especially Impressionism so I have him to thank for that. I made sure I went to the Van Gogh museum when I was in Amsterdam.

He taught us for 2 years and was a marvellous teacher, went on to be Headmaster.

Mr Porter hitting me round the head so hard my glassws went flying.
During lunch break my mother got to hear of it.
She burst into the classroom, grabbed him by his shirt front and gave him an almighty whack round the head. Job done.

Being allowed to watch the funeral of Winston Churchill on the school TV. My class were very excited until we were reprimanded by the Head Teacher for not showing the reverence the state occasion deserved.

I was kept back in my first day at school for talking! It put me off school for a long time. Mam was waiting by the school gate and she was so annoyed that she shouted at the teacher because I was under 5years and I was shaking. I still remember that.

Being told off for breathing too heavily whilst concentrating on needlework next to the teacher. She said” Do you have to breathe so loudly?”
I almost held my breath whenever I was near her afterwards.
Turned out that I had deviated septum in my nose and actually only breathed through one nostril.
Scarred me for life! 😆

The headmistress at my first primary school punched boys in the chest if she was annoyed with them. As a girl I was safe from that but I was terrified she might see me and used to cower when she came into a classroom where I was.

Thankfully I left that school aged 8 to have another headmistress who had her favourites but also children she couldn't stand. One of these was a little boy she would humiliate in front of the whole school. I heard when he was an adult he went to prison: I always wonder how much she contributed to his downfall.

Why did these people become teachers?

One of the girls really did'nt like me, one day when the Teacher was absent she started picking on me, I'm not very brave so for a while I did nothing but then I snapped, I turned round and slapped her, she grabbed me by the hair and we both ended up n the floor, I knew I could'nt win so I just colapsed in a heap on the floor, someone from the back of the class shouted "Avis you've killed her" so I just played possum until the Teacher got back.......she was expelled.

Never forgot the Biology teacher who totally and utterly humiliated me in front of the class. I had to call out my mark from the work that had been set to us and I answered something like 8 and he said pardon and I repeated 8 and again he said pardon and this went on until the class started to whisper 8 SIR. I was going hot with embarrassment and felt so small as I was never a child to cause trouble. Many years later I came across this teacher when I was in my 50's and told him off for upsetting me so much. He said he was sorry and humbled and agreed I was an easy pupil.

Another one about nuns. Being made to stand up in front of the class for the whole French lesson, whilst Mother Frances Xavier told me (and the class) how useless I was. I'd lifted up my pen again when she told us to put them down.

When the whole class got the belt on the hand for copying work.

In the last two years if our junior school (1961-2) we spent a good hour each afternoon flattening silver paper for some charity. Some of this was fine but the milk bottle tops from school which had never been washed were horrible and my hands always stank as there was nowhere at school to wash them - the boys toilets behind the air raid shelters, did not have any sinks

It had rained all day long, and the village where I lived flooded . Parents had been contacted to come and collect their children. My mother walked with her friend to collect us (neither had cars, nor were there any buses to near where we live. Several people turned up in cars taking their own children plus any who lived nearby. No-one lived in our directuion so we ended up waiting at school until the rain had stopped enough for us to walk home.

Luckygirl3

Sitting on the bus to school aged 5 (yes, little children used to do that on their own!) And realising I had forgotten to put any knickers on!!

I can’t have been more than about 7, but well remember the mother of one of the younger girls approaching me at break with a small brown paper parcel, which I was to pass to her daughter, or her teacher. As she said, it contained the white knickers her mother had forgotten to put on her that morning, under the uniform school navy knickers!!

Even at that age I thought the mother was ridiculous, not to mention loopy - and if the daughter had been me, I’d have been horribly embarrassed at the facts of my underwear and my OTT loopy mother being publicised!

Being sent to the Headmasters office after I returned to school following an accident (at school) where I ended up getting stitches in my head.
I thought I was in trouble but the reality was he just wanted to check I was OK and ready to be back at school.