How naughty were you at school?

I wouldn't have dared to misbehave at my first school, which was 4-14 when I first went there in 1954, or at the Ladies College I attended as a fee payer in 1961.

Wot me.......norty.............nah........it wernt me miss.......I aint dun owt!

I went to the kind of small Scottish private girls' schools that only admitted or kept well-behaved girls, and as they employed teachers who loved teaching and understood children, school was FUN from the first day until the last one.

So there was no incentive to be naughty.

The worst thing we ever did, as a class, was to hang out of the windows overlooking the street calling to the boys from a boys' school going past. Our new headmistress, whom none of us liked, was NOT AMUSED, but did not know the class well enough to know, that the girl who piped up with, "Please, Miss, I was only giving my brother a message from Mother" was telling the exact truth, but that none of the rest of us had brothers amongst those boys, or indeed on my and many others' parts brothers at all!

I was a goody two shoes.
Hence I became teachers pet sometimes. Not that I wanted be. I didnt. I found it a bit embarassing.

Another very old thread revived. Who trawls for these?

I needed reminding to pay attention, sit, concentrate. I've ADD, but the sweet nuns won tiny battles over concentration. I'm last of many sisters. I'm extraordinarily patient, adept at waiting - logical necessities in my life.

I was expelled from two boarding schools.

I was never deliberately naughty at school, nor generally, but I expected the adults around me to behave in a rational and reasonable way, and if they didn't I would try and discuss it with them.

As a result I was always in trouble for insolence and 'dumb insolence' (when I said nothing, but looked mutinous).

By the time I reached secondary school I was quite spirited.

It was so-educational and the first year girls were bullied by a group of older boys. They would trap us in a corner and punch us. My father taught me how to box when I whinged about it, telling me I had to learn to stand up for myself. Next time a boy hit me I punched him in the nose and broke it. That got me quite a reputation as someone who took no prisoners. I was never bullied again.

My mother had a part time job so I was a "latchkey" kid and had to come straight home from school to let my small sister in. Consequently I never stayed for detention. One day our form teacher noticed and asked me why. I told her that if I did not get in on time I would get a whalloping from my father, adding "Your not allowed to hit me miss so Im more scared of him than I am of you".

I hated sport and always went off sick on sports day. When the sports teacher remarked on this I reminded her I was top of the class in 5 academic subjects and that these were the ones I would be putting down when I applied for jobs. I added that I was not looking for a job as a sports teacher!

From the age of about 13 my friend and I used to "bunk off" for the occasional afternoon and go into Liverpool to look at the shops or visit the cinema. We waited until after the register was taken and then sneaked out. Once the register had been taken classes split up and went to our respective rooms as by that age we had begun to specialise in certain subjects. So the corridors were full of noisy kids for ten minutes or so - easy cover to slip out. The class teachers where we were supposed to be going knew the register had already been taken so an occasional absence was not questioned. They assumed our form teacher would deal with it. We were never found out.

After we did our GCEs I hardly went into school at all. There seemed no point. My mother went off to work not knowing that I returned to the house after her back was turned. It was the end of term so no one was bothered and there were no lessons. They did not have fines or nosy attendance officers back in those days.

I got off with a lot because I was a swot and came top of the class in all those subjects I mentioned. So I was popular with most of the teachers (except the sports mistress). When I left with 5 "O" levels I went into the civic service as a clerical officer. However didnt like it. Then I got a job as a library assistant and eventually took the professional exams.

I wasn’t particularly bad but the teacher took a dim view of my art work.
Remember when the class photo was put up? I put beards and moustaches on some of the girls.
I just loved having a laugh. I could always get a giggle ( and more) from the girl sitting next to me. I wore those awful nhs glasses ( with a strong prescription. My party piece was to pull my bottom eyelid down under the bottom rim of the glasses, tap the girl next to me who would naturally look at me. She would squeal and then get the giggles.
When we were walking up the stairs we thought it was a good laugh to pull the petticoat down of the girl on the stair above us.

I was generally quite well behaved, but twice I ended up getting the slipper( actually an old white plimsoll with a hard sole) for messing about at my first secondary school. First time was having a tug of war with a school tie that broke( two whacks that hurt), then annoying the deputy headmistress by saying her piano playing was like Les Dawson( four really hard stingy whacks and my name in the punishment book).
Otherwise nothing really rebellious as I changed school in the third form and corporal punishment was hardly ever used. Instead it was detentions if you broke the rules: I got one for not doing homework and the other for firing an ink pellet at a blackboard. I can remember we got some punishment essay about behaving in class that we handed to the teacher at the end and he threw in the bin as we walked out.

My best friend and I at my convent school were given a punishment (I can’t remember what for.) We were told to report to the scullery the next lunchtime to do the washing up. We thought this would be great fun: it was winter, and huddling in the playground didn’t appeal. I brought my tiny transistor radio in and we thought we would have fun chatting and listening to radio 1. However, the sister who usually did all the washing up and drying too didn’t leave us alone. She greeted us very kindly, then sat on a stool and opened her breviary, and spent the whole period in silent reading. We felt so guilty we worked in silence too.

LOL bet you could recite them all.

Domestic Science! My bestie friend in class (and still is 60 years on) threw a wet dishcloth at me as we were wiping down the white wooden table. I threw it back at her, just as Miss Pascoe turned round to see,so I was the one who got the detention!

Forgot to mention the time I got sent to the Rector (head teacher) for grimacing at his secretary when I saw her looking through the window. I expected 'the belt' but said, very innocently, 'Please sir, I was only smiling at her'. Inexplicably, he believed me and I got off scot free! Looking back 60 years, I really shouldn't boast about that incident.

I once gave a boy a bloody nose too, Happysexagenarian, in the junior school playground. Oddly, neither the staff nor my parents said a word about it, even though he was sent home. He was part of a group of nasty bullies who’d cornered a smaller boy - I think they all thought he’d deserved it!

I can't believe how wilfully naughty some of you were!
I hope I'm past the stage of being easily led. (Taurus, so not likely!)

Yes Glammagran animals have often got me into trouble!
I once tackled a group of older boys who had tied a firework to the tail of a cat. I managed to rescue the cat and one of the boys went home with a very bloody nose. And in my second week in my very first job I was very late one morning because I got off the bus to help a dog that had been run over. I wouldn't leave it until an animal ambulance turned up to take over. My boss was far from sympathetic. She said I needed to decide what was more important to me, my job or a stray dog. I apologised for being late but said I could always get another job, but the dog couldn't get another life. I'll never forget her face!

I was a well behaved, shy child but remember being slapped across the legs whilst reading out loud for pronouncing a word wrongly. I hated Brer Rabbit after that.

It was obviously a sign of my Bolshie nature, that I got real pleasure when I did much better in my O levels than expected by my teachers. I knew I was capable of the results I got, but the school had written me me off.

I passed my A levels and got into university and it was only then that the teachers realised I wasn't going to study history but economics. A subject no-one in the school had ever been known to apply for. It was still a very male subject.

I was a good, very shy child at primary school. Then went to a strict all girls' grammar. The headmistress had a sign "cave canem " (beware of the dog!!) on her office door.
My parents had a bitter divorce (almost unheard of then) and I went right off the rails. Truancy, smoking, you name it. Dire predictions were made. With the arrogance of youth, I swanned into school for final exams and with some very good luck and a natural academic bent, I passed the lot with very good grades!
I think the teachers hated me, as they weren't able to say "told you so". I look back and think it might've been better had I failed, as of course the only lesson I learned was that I could get away with anything.
Took many years and some hard knocks to finally disabuse me of my delusions of invincibility!!

My bad behaviour didn’t include bullying though. I was still kind to the other kids.

I was very good at primary school, never put a foot wrong.
Something happened to me at age 13, and ‘naughty’ wouldn’t cover it. My behaviour was appalling, I was almost out of control, I was threatened with expulsion, and I don’t really know how I was’t.
I completely wasted my education and can’t tell you how much I regret that, and the pain I caused my parents because of it, especially mum.
I know this is meant to be a lighthearted thread, so sorry if I’ve put a damper on it.

I loved my village infants school as I was always the brightest child but I hated my junior school and how I got to Grammar school remains a mystery and a pity.

I hated grammar school and just kept my head down. I was think i was marking time until I could escape from the bullies.

I was always in trouble as a child and could never quite work out why, I wasn't particularly naughty.

Now I can see why I was always in trouble, the problem was I had an innate sense of justice and fairness and always expected that in any situation I was entitled to put my side of the story. Also I could always see if an adult was illogical in their argument and would query it. DD is/was rather like me and I can see how infuriating it must have been.
So I was always in trouble for rudeness, insolence and, if all else failed , 'dumb insolence', in other words the expression on my face.