How naughty were you at school?

I cant ever divulge my worst crimes but I remember being in trouble for wearing only one plait when the band had snapped from the other and being called a slovenly girl!
I used to draw cartoons of the teachers in my jotter and pass them around oh the shame when this was spotted by the nice French teacher and my jotter confiscated.
I won a prize for my handwriting once but the teacher spotted my rough work jotter and was shocked by it's messiness I think she demoted me.
I sprayed my Clarks regulation Brown laceups gold but I think I was in the 6th form by then so no longer scared of authority.

When I was in the first year at primary school, we were having a pt lesson in the playground. A girl came up to me pointing at my red knickers with my skirt tucked in. That was our pt kit at the time. My knickers should have been the school colour brown, but we were poor and mine were second hand bright red.She was laughing and shouting , look at her red knickers. I went closer to her and asked her to repeat what she'd just said, which she did. Then I smacked her face very hard. Her face turned as red as my knickers, but I was never ever bullied at school again. I didn't get into trouble either. I never forget that day.

I was quite well behaved at school but my 3 years younger brother didn't like school and would refuse to read etc. One day I was summoned to his classroom by his teacher the formidable Miss B. She told me that my brother refused to read and I was to make him read. I replied "But I can't make him if he wont read". She thought that was impertinent so I was sent back to my classroom with note from Miss B. Mrs L my form teacher then made me hold out my hand palm upwards and was given 5 whacks with a ruler. I felt that was very unjust and held a grudge against her for the rest of the year . She had the cheek to write in my autograph book under her signature. "Smile and the world smiles with you"

I can’t believe how violent some of your schools were. There was no physical punishment at either my junior or senior school. Both were all girls. At my infant school I was once hit on the hand with a ruler for not knowing my seven times table. How I despised the teacher who did that!

Newnanny and they say kids today are badly behaved! I too chose teaching as a career!
Despite all my schemes and attempts to leave at 16 my school made an exception as ,although I only got 5 o levels and 2 CSEs the results , so they said , did not reflect what was my true ability! Damn! Then they also made me deputy head girl Foiled again!

I was pretty naughty at school but it looked worse than it was on my school report. In the 3rd form I held the school record for detentions. This was because my form tutor was a neighbour and my mother in her wisdom had told him that he mustn't worry about punishing me if I misbehaved as she wouldn't come round and complain. As a result I became the scapegoat for all class misdemeanours. I was never punished for anything I didn't do but often took the whole blame for something lots of us were involved in. I didn't mind the detentions but I did mind the trouble I got in when I got home. My mother never believed me when I said it wasn't just me!

My brother , on his first day at infant school (1968), was put over the head's knee and walloped for not eating his lunch
I then had to go with my mum each morning to take him so we could each hold a hand so he did not grab on to the gate.

He remained a picky eater for years...he is not now!

Very naughty indeed. At school and everywhere else. At primary school my partner in crime and myself made one of the boys lie in the road to see if he would get run over He didn't. And we liked him. Imagine if we hadn't.

Later, in cookery lessons (when I was there) we would run to the front desk while our very nice teacher was in the stock room and throw pastry onto the ceiling. When she came back and it warmed up, it would drop off onto her head (I'm laughing evily)

We played truant, smoked behind the gym blocks (there were 4 gyms) and all sorts. After school we would jump on the back of our boyfriends' scooters and zoom off. In school uniform!

The odd thing was, they wanted me to stay on

One funny memory. My sister played truant one day. Walking down the road she saw my step mother (her mother) so she scooted down a side turning, ran down to the shops and jumped on a bus. Giggling with glee at her
cunning escape guess who was sitting on the bus! Ha! Yep, her mother. She was frog marched back to school

I got the cane once , but it never made contact ! I was a wee softie and whipped my hand away every time the Nun tried , she burst out laughing and sent me back to my seat .

I was 5 and a half the first time I got the belt in school. On very wet days we had to stay in our classroom while the teacher went to the staff room for tea. Imagine 40 five year olds left unsupervised for 15 mins! Some ( OK a lot of us) thought it would be fun to climb on the desks and jump from desk to desk and when the teacher came back everyone caught on a desk got the belt! Including me. To give her her due she did not use a lot of force and the sting soon dissipated.

Quite a lot of us remember the injustices. My last year at primary school the teacher decided to strap the whole class for some nonsense perpetrated by a few. So incensed by the unfairness, when it was my turn I moved my hand out of the way as the strap descended, and teacher hit her leg. Did this twice before I was sent to the head. Fine, the head liked me.

At convent grammar, I really really, hated PE. Was sent out of class for talking. You were supposed to go to teacher at the end of the class and apologise. I saw this as a "get out" so never apologised and never went back to that class. That teacher never mentioned it, so I think we both won.

Pranks ?disruptions ?No way would you, if from my experience of school days 'want to think about it'.We were not 'saints' but knew our limits. Not only would I feel the wrath of a teacher but contend with my parents who would be informed of their child's' behaviour'.

At primary school i had to get the school bus which was sometimes late. I and 2 friends were punished every time our bus was late. Children in other class on late bus never punished as nice teacher. Made me hate school. In secondary school we set off on cross country run passed teacher checkpoint then caught bus and got off just before next checkpoint. Unsurprisingly we were first, second and third. Then got in trouble for refusing to represent school in country trials. Parents brought in to school. Still refused many detentions later. I also stole a mini bottle of valuable brandy with wooden ladder in French room. Turned out a parent had let French teacher borrow it for display. We did not know that as thought it was his. Wore platform shoes when not allowed to. Wore makeup and lied and said we had none on, naturally long black eye lashes. Rolled up our skirt nans to make skirt shorted. Deputy head used to make kneel on floor first day of each new term and measure with long ruler 2 inches above our knees. Then we hid glasses of chemistry teacher and he was as blind as a bat without them. Graffiti in girls toilets about deputy head. We made sewing teacher cry she was so upset she wad told by head to display our articles for parents evening and we sewed them badly and wrong lots making same mistake, then told parents teacher never told us how to do it properly. Parents then pointed out to teacher a lot of girls made same mistakes she could not be instructing them properly. Guess what i did for a living? Yup became a teacher.

My music reports make amusing reading and would never pass current standards expected of teachers' report writing

"PECS must aim for a sweeter tone"
& the following year
"PECS must not blow so hard down her recorder"

My Grammar School was very strict and I was always in trouble, mostly for talking in class, got a blackboard rubber or book to the back of the head for that one, wearing my skirts too short ( rolled up at the top) throwing my beret in the river, not doing homework, not tying my long hair back, used to stuff it down the back of my blazer and our deputy head, Miss Cook, used to stand at the end of assembly handing out hair ties ?? and so many more too numerous to mention. I was a definite rebel, I m so different now, although I’d describe myself as a fairly adventurous 61 year old ?

Used to read School Friend at the back of the maths class.

I was a good child and tried really hard to do well. My primary school was strict. From age 9 to 11 I was regularly caned for getting a spelling or sum wrong. I loath the teachers who did this and can't quite forgive my parents for turning a blind eye.

I think I was quite compliant at infant and lower juniors but injustices stick with me!
I was sent to get a plastic ruler for the teacher to use to hit my poor friend Peter, her found learning difficult and was being punished for not knowing an answer.
Another occasion, another school, my friend was picked on by a teacher.. I realised later it was racially motivated. When the awful woman actually crashed a heavy book down on my friends head I told my father. The teacher left at the end of term and Leila was not harmed again.
At boarding school I was often part of the group standing on the landing before bed, denied social time, for having slimy soap, hair in my hair brush or bitten nails!

At secondary (day) school I became less and less compliant! I worked hard for teachers I admired & who I felt were fair. Cut my nose off to spite my face of course!

In History lessons we would begin a hummm which would get louder as the useless woman droned on! We also crawled out of class when her back was turned and then knocked on the door and apologised for being late. She would just look confused and carry on droning! How stupid I was.. 14/15 yrs old.. what a horrible child I was!

I was very naughty! Always laughing and passing round notes etc. We had the most ghastly headmistress and it was terrifying being sent to her.

I went to a boarding school and was quite naughty. After an exeat once, I brought a bottle of cider with me to share with the dormitory, not allowed of course. Arriving at my boarding house, the bottle slipped from my grasp and shattered all over the steps! A friend rushed out to help me clear it up and I was never caught. My mother was so mortified, she didn't wait to see what happened and drove off!

Slipped out of school in a free period to go into town, repeatedly ‘lost’ part of my PE kit to avoid games and Super glued someone’s desk shut once, but other than that I think I was too scared of authority to be really bad

I remember 2 stories.
Normally I managed to get away with stuff - too clever by half. But once - don’t know what I’d been up to but the music teacher told me I was obstreperous. I had no idea what it meant so, just to be polite, thanked her very much. She was not impressed.
Another time when I was about 12, we were having a geography lesson in which Miss Westhorp was showing us slides of Australia and asking us to identify where the places were. She showed us a pic of the Great Nullarbor (sp?) Plain - an expanse of scrub land with manky vegetation and dust clouds and asked us which state it was in.
‘It’s in a dreadful state,’ I replied and was hauled off to the Headmistress for the first and only time in my life.

I loved my primary school, always in the top 3 or 4 in the class, loved learning, class full of friends. I respected the teachers, loved learning it was all interesting.

I detested my second [grammar] school, the pressure, the competition, the boring lessons, the hateful strict teachers, the snobby classmates. I would play truant a lot of the time, spending hours walking around the town.

There was trouble at home too, I was a disturbed teenager, it must have been so obvious but not one of these 'intelligent' teachers picked up on it...just picked on me every chance they got.

I was one of the poorer kids and the teachers and classmates singled me out. I was there with daughters of diplomats, executives, consultants, dentists etc. My stepfather was a window cleaner, then a milkman...On the first day of school we all had to stand up and tell everyone what our fathers occupations. Disgusting. I went on to be rebellious and non cooperative in most lessons.

However I have to say, to be fair, there were a couple of decent enough teachers and a couple of [older] girls were kind to me and helped me through.

I was never ever anything but a good girl. My school reports say I was quiet which my family thinks is hysterically funny. However, I met my husband , who was at uni, when I was in the U6 and used to bunk off on Thursday afternoons to spend time with him and then go home as if I had been at school. I only told my mother on our tenth wedding anniversary.

What? Me be naughty? At a convent grammar school? We would have been whipped into submission!!! Not on your life. I saved being naughty till I was in my twenties and then all hell let loose!!!!