What is the most random school memory you have?

Wetting myself in the playground at infant school. A boy came over and said “ you’ve wet yourself” I denied it because I was embarrassed and walked away, leaving a puddle.
I sat in wet knickers for the rest of the day, I must have stunk!

I remember at the start of the 11+ exam our teacher told us that one section would be on decimals which we hadn’t covered so just leave them out! I still managed to pass though 😂.

Oh, a boy in my class taught me how tie my shoelaces properly. We were six and I thought he was fantastically clever for his age. I've been grateful ever since.

I must have been five and I clearly remember tying a bow on the belt of my dress, behind my back.
The dress was yellow and a silky fabric. The school was in a beautiful wooded area. We played among the trees at break time.
Years later, when I had children of my own we revisited the school, in Yorkshire. I wanted to see if the setting was really as idyllic as I thought. To my amazement and delight, it was.

Primary school five years old the boy on the desk next to me was scratching the desk with a pin. Mr Gilbert our teacher took the pin from him and scratched the back of his hand to see how he liked it!! Junior school dinner lady made me eat date pudding which made me want to vomit I was walking around the playground wretching for the rest of the dinner time. Those were the days.

At primary school, singing the hymn "There is a green hill far away/Without a city wall/ Where our dear lord was crucified/He died to save us all".
And wondering why a green hill should have a city wall in any case.

Oh those nuns! Having to stand in front of the class for a whole French lesson while she berated me for being such rubbish. All because I had added an e to a feminine adjective after she told us to put down our pens. Being sent to sit in the middle of the playground because I said I didn't feel well. There are others things as well, but charitable those nuns were not.

DH has been left with a lifetime down on nuns. They really made him suffer as a little boy in a class of girls. Nasty pieces of work!

My best friend Jenny and I once got a detention for thought -transmission in a Cathedral. The Headmistress called us into her study and told us she was telepathic. She had intercepted our thoughts. The nature of which had earned detention,

We immediately knew she was lying about her telepathy

A) the innocent thought we had silently and respectfully exchanged in the Cathedral was of our shared mutual enjoyment of the service.

B) I was following a tip from my Mother which was
"When that crazy woman starts ranting on with false acc accusing you of stuff, , just imagine her stark naked",.

C) I'd previously shared this with Jenny and the naked old crone hadn't a clue what we were both thinking right that minute.

Jenny dropped dead last November, and now I'm the only holder of all our shared memories. I miss her terribly.

My memoryfrom in the infants class was not a good one. The teacher asked us, one at a time what our daddy did for a job. That was the first time I realised that i didn't have a daddy (and I was the only one). I felt different then from my class mates 😪

two mom put me in catholic school when she married again the nun would not call me by my name when she it with hard edge ruler i walked out. mom showed and lit into her infrom her bosses informed then that my name is for a reason and calling something she hated was really bad
they made me wear glasses kindergarten
i hated them i would hide them behind books

Another early memory from the early 50s. My gran who was not a trained teacher was employed by a country schoolmaster she was friendly with. For some reason I was often sent to stay with her so she secured me on the back of her bike and cycled to the 2 room country school. An older boy about p5 was tasked to look after me while she taught her class.

1984 during the miners strike, my dad was a miner, mum a housewife with 4 young kids, no welfare available so the family allowance had to go a very long way. We had little food in the house and I was at school hungry beyond hungry. I spied an apple tree in fruit but it was directly in front of a classroom with a teacher teaching her class. I wasn’t a naughty kid but I did help myself to one of the apples. Got caught stealing, marched off to the heads office where I explained why I had taken the fruit. The apple was kept by the head and I had 5 strikes of the slipper as punishment.

Romola

At primary school, singing the hymn "There is a green hill far away/Without a city wall/ Where our dear lord was crucified/He died to save us all".
And wondering why a green hill should have a city wall in any case.

We sang the same hymn but I never saw the words written down. For years I wondered what a sawl was.

I must have been about 8 yrs old. Morning playtime, and as a very shy child I was hit in the head by a cricket ball being hit for six.
The male teacher who played/taught cricket to the boys , Mr Porter, had an impromptu game of cricket with them.
The ball hit me in the forehead, just above the eyes and the force knocked me backwards over a knee-high wall.
I was dazed but so shy I hated any attention, rarely spoke and would never make a fuss.
The teacher came over, but as I'd stood up again, dismissed me with a " You're fine" comment and went and resumed his game.

Imagine that today! There'd be an ambulance, hospital check, health and safety issues, forms to fill, parents to be told, records made.

A huge black mound rose on my forehead, a bump which stayed there for weeks or more, until bruising and swelling subsided. I remember my head throbbing for ages afterwards.
I also remember my Mum giving me hot milk, honey and aspirin every night for about a fortnight and boiling the kettle and making warm compresses with the tea towel to hold on my head. .
No frozen food in the house then, so no ice packs available.

I can still see the face of that callous teacher staring at me.
That head injury may well explain a lot about the way I am today.
Well, that's my excuse!

We had a full size skeleton called Elvis in the science lab and my friends and I stole it, wheeled it down the corridor to a classroom and hid him in a cupboard. The whole class was sent out on a search party until he was found.

In secondary school, at lunch time, my friend and I returned to our form room to get our library books. The teacher on duty locked us in for the whole lunchtime. We missed our lunch. If there had been a fire, we would not have been able to escape through the safety windows. In those days, the school collected dinner money at the beginning of the week. Although my mother complained, they would not reimburse her for the missed dinner.

A boy pushed me into a radiator and I had a great lump like an egg behind my ear. My tiny mum went to the school, waited for home time and grabbed this big boy by the lapels of his blazer. She said “if you ever touch my daughter again, I will kill you.” He kept well out of my way after that.

Being terrified of having to go out in a 'crocodile' and finding it meant holding the hand of some child I didn't know and following the one in front. Less scary than it sounded.

At the age of 6 a boy in my class swore. He said “the bloody thing”. The teacher dragged him by his hair to the sink which was in the classroom and put soap in his mouth to “wash his mouth out”.

The memory that sticks with me was when I was about 7 and we were told to write a description of Bonfire Night. The teacher liked mine so much that I was given a gold star and sent to read it to the Headmistress who was also very impressed. Unfortunately these were still the days when all our exercise books were collected at the end of term and sent for salvage. I asked if I could just keep the page that had my story and its gold star, but it was firmly denied. After 73 years it still rankles that I couldn't keep that one piece of paper.

At our small, village primary school one memory stands out. I was about 8 and our Headmaster crammed about six of us in his tiny Mini and drove us to a river about 5 miles away to collect frog spawn. We were all so excited! No seat belts obviously and in those days we hardly left our village so it was great fun.

Pably, same happened to me around 1970. I got some spellings incorrect.

Being forced fed custard with skin! Have never touched it since. My lovely daughter in law makes me a separate trifle at Christmas - no custard!

I didn't know the answer to the 4pm (time to go home ) times table . So the teacher lifted up my hair and announced to the class that my brain was leaking .... So humiliated. I was 10