What is the most random school memory you have?

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!

One of our Primary school teachers was the inspiration for Miss Trunchbull. We were terrified of her. She made me stay behind to finish my school dinner. It was something I hated and I just couldn't swallow without gagging. When she came back and saw it still on the plate she slapped the back of my leg so hard it left her fingerprints! When my mother saw them she was furious and went to the school to complain which was a very rare occurrence in the 1950s. 😡

Aveline

I remember being a Beatle in the school nativity play. I still remember my lines :
'I'm a Beatle I've got a guitar. It ain't much to offer but here you are.'
I then presented my precious guitar to the baby Jesus!

That's just reminded me of a nativity play in infant school.

My brother and I are identical twins and my brother was chosen to portray the innkeeper. I was most upset at this so, after a brief discussion between parents and teachers, that particular production had two identical innkeepers. The one and only time I suspect.

I remember being a Beatle in the school nativity play. I still remember my lines :
'I'm a Beatle I've got a guitar. It ain't much to offer but here you are.'
I then presented my precious guitar to the baby Jesus!

My sister and I were day pupils at a convent school , we have unusual first names and very plain surnames
Messages for our parents were left on the window sill in the cloakroom, our messages were addressed to us by our first names and everyone else was addressed as Miss surname
I can still see that window sill and our envelopes sticking out like sore thumbs

Bunsen burners in the chemistry lab when it was cold They were put under a brick tested on a tripod. Oh health and safety now !

My maths teacher used to throw those big wooden blackboard erasers at pupils if he thought they weren't paying attention! He threw one at the girl sitting at the desk next to me one time and nearly knocked her out.

Psychotic primary school teacher throwing a large bunch of keys at one of the pupils! Another time in a rage she knocked a large pile of hardback books on to the floor and shouted at someone to pick them up! We were all terrified daily. It was hell on earth in her class! We were told school will be the best days of your life, they certainly were not!

I remember the very straitlaced headmistress telling me that my finger nails were too long. She marched me to the sick room, sat me down with some nail scissors and left the room saying she would return to check on them. I did nothing ... just sat there (stroppy kid, me). When she returned she looked at my nails and said: " Now that's better."

I think it was our first week and one of the boys was crying and kicking the classroom door to go home.

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 .

When I was 15 and having my skirt measured in front of the whole school in assembly by the headmistress for bing too short, (it was).

It was ‘65 and we’d had an influx of ‘southerners’ to Durham, as the DSS had just been built along with Frankland Prison. One of the girls who joined the grammar school moaned constantly about the North-South divide. We were all peasants, thick and she couldn’t understand a word we said. Eventually, this proved too much for my friend, who jumped from her seat and emptied an entire tin of red poster paint powder over her. Deadly silence followed it and to this day, we regret nothing!

I remember the little, third of a pint, bottles of milk. In the hot weather the full cream, unrefrigerated, milk used to be warm and gone off but we were still made to drink it.

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!!

Day trip to the Peak District.

We were taken up to the top of Mam Tor but the weather changed and became extremely windy (not uncommon). We managed to get back down but it wasn't easy to say the least.

My bag of aniseed balls burst in the middle of my 11+ exam, and rolled all over the classroom floor.

I remember one peado, several violent abusive teachers and getting very little education as the school was on Heathrow flight path, so the teachers had to stop talking every few minutes. Is there anyone I can sue 🤣 Made a great friend though.

I am a singer and was also a good mimic of voices, as I would hear the musical ups and downs of accents etc. So there was a day when I was doing an apparently very good imitation of our Geography mistress , when the sudden hush made me turn from the board to see her standing in the doorway. To be fair as I scuttled back to my desk, she actually smiled and said "quite a good version" to me . But in those days it was just fun copying her voice and I was not saying anything rude, or swearing or anything so think that is why I got away with it!

Aged 5 I was rapped on the hand with a ruler for staring at the ceiling during story time.

Two - One being given the blackboard rubber, the hard wooden bit on my hand, for having an "insolent look on my face" aged about 7. As far as I was aware it was my normal expression. Resting bitch face hadn't been coined all those years ago, so I guess I shouldn't have been making eye contact.

Being torn off a strip for my appalling handwriting. Broken right arm in very visible plaster, therefore having to write with left hand. You really wouldn't think that need an explanation, however that's Catholic Irish nuns for you, absolute bitches, they clearly shouldn't have been around children. At least we weren't locked in with them all day every day and got to go home after school.

In my final year we had too many free periods and one of the solutions was to put us in the loft over an outhouse where we were supposed to revise. The boys put 3 or 4 of the girls under the large table and kicked them for fun.

Having to collect pieces of shiney toilet paper from a box on the teachers desk before going across the playground to use the toilet that were situation in a long block well away from the school. No locks on any of the doors either. Had to ask for permission to go to the toilet and if the teacher was in a bad mood…….well, it led to many a puddle on the classroom floor!

Being given the ruler across my hand for talking