How naughty were you at school?

I was always too scared to be naughty. Anyone ever been taught by Catholic nuns, priests and brothers?

Unfortunately? I was in neither the naughty or good camps but I hotly objected to being part of a whole class detention if no-one owned up to whatever misdemeanour we were being punished for, such as smoking by the sports field or chatting to the Grammar boys through the railings.
I never was kept behind.

I was much too timid and frightened ever to be naughty. I was the youngest in my Grammar school class, being a late summer baby and also having gone there a year early, and was a late physical developer to boot. I was put in detention just once---we had to wear wrist purses for our dinner money, bus fares etc., and I was caught not wearing mine. I'd taken it off and put it in my satchel because there was nothing in it and the buckle was cutting into my skin. I resented that detention bitterly--and still do!!

I had a double dose of the cane on both hands, six whacks for sliding on the school roof and six for not owning up to it when the head asked the pupils who had been sliding on the roof.

Large school, 1500 or so intake, impressive main entrance with large pond set to one side, with lilies, koi carp etc, and on one occasion accompanying these was a bubble car belonging to an annoying geography teacher. Floated very well.

One trick reserved for new student teachers first day, take bayonet light bulbs out of fittings, generous lump of silver foil, fit bulb back. Lots of sparks crackles and bangs when the lights were switched on.

I think I must have been a joy to teach! Truly, I loved school and had a thirst for learning. However, I was constantly in trouble for talking too much. Regular chatterbox and I have no idea why. I was certainly not repressed at home. Could not control this failure in me. Think (you'd have to ask others!) I've improved.

I got the strap when I was 7 for not receiting my 7 times table properly .,can you imagine that now ?

I was far too scared of everybody to ever do anything daring or naughty! The nearest I got was being assisted over the railings to retrieve various tennis balls etc from the railway embankment. All would have been well had anyone given any thought as to how I'd get myself back over the railings ...

I remember at Little School one of the boys put Alka Seltzer in the ink wells. Our beautifully written compositions ended up like a colony of caterpillars crawling across the page!

I loved school and would have been mortified if I had got in trouble, have always tried to “fit in” until menopause.

I now try very hard not to “people please” and put myself first sometimes, that is after the GC, AC and Mr.GG13 of course!!!

Teetime I think you've won!

We were kept busy at school so there wasn't much chance to think about getting into mischief. The biggest crimes were usually to do with uniform. At the age of 11 my arms and legs were already too long and thin for my small skinny body, so I was the non-standard bit of the ensemble. My gymslip was too short and baggy and my blouse and jumper looked as if they had three-quarter length sleeves, the only item that fitted was my tie. Worst of all, I had to have a letter from my mother to explain why my shoes were not quite the regulation style - my feet were too big. I was absolutely useless at sport, always falling over, so I'd hide in the loo. The teacher must have noticed but never said anything. Nobody would have wanted me in their team. I loved writing, music, art and needlework, as I do still. I had a stab at being the class clown, quite successfully but it wasn't really my character and I didn't want to jeopardise a reasonably good relationship with most of the teachers. In the second year I took up the cello, folded myself up behind it and stayed there for the next six years.

I was always a good girl in school. Much too timid to risk trouble with the nuns and other teachers. I hated high school. Bullied by the ‘cool’ girls I couldn’t wait to leave.

Usually girls didn't get 'the strap' after about 14. I was the last in my class to have this punishment. I didn't do my homework for Miss Ferguson, the music teacher and didn't have a convincing excuse. I knew I'd only a few months to go in her class and didn't see the point. Unfortunately she disagreed with me! Regrettably at about the same time, I got into a fight with another girl. I seem to remember we went at each other with belt buckles. Luckily our hearts weren't in it! By the time we reached 6th year, we both became prefects.

Very naughty girl - pregnant in the fifth form!

I couldn't say I was naughty, but I seemed to be always gazing out of the window at the fields which were next to the school watching the birds, the farmer with his tractor, anything but concentrating on lessons.
Many a time the teacher would ask me what that particular lesson was about and how I came up with the right answer still puzzles me to this day.
I used to frustrate the teachers as my school reports from each one of them had said that they knew I could have done better when it came to exams. Somehow, I didn't want to do better ! Stubborn ? I don't know.

I went to twelve different schools as we were always travelling so once I found my feet I was no angel because there were only three schools that I liked and where I was truly happy.

I wasn't a ring leader and worked hard but I think my reports said something along the lines of 'easily led'

Fortunately Dad's last and longer posting meant I could spend four years at grammar school where I thrived. I still hung out with the jokers but it was the kind of school where everyone got on and there was no bullying.

I won't highlight any of my pranks. The thread won't be long enough.

Whoops, hems not hens! Ruddy predictive text!

I wasn’t bad, but had my moments. I once instigated a prank of cutting a bunch of flowers from one primary teacher’s garden and giving them to another who lived up the road (she was delighted!). I was instrumental in a day at grammar school when we tore down the hens of our skirts as a protest at not being allowed to wear them shorter. The school wisely let us get on with it - knowing full well that we only had to sew them up again that evening! And I had to cut the playground grass with nail scissors once after gawping disrespectfully at a Chinese funeral taking place across the road. There was a pyre in the garden and we thought they were burning the body (they weren’t!).

I was never out of trouble, both in school AND the boarding house, so a double whammy. Like Anja, I had to learn long, biblical tracts as punishment which has stood me in good stead for quiz nights.

I was moderately well behaved, at 7yrs I was sent to a private school with a rigid discipline code, there were many petty rules you could break and get a slippering. That taught me 3 things, obey the rules, do as you are told, and don’t get caught.

My secondary school was slightly more relaxed and I avoided most conflict with authority easily and enjoyed my school years. 50 odd years on I think the schools did a good job of preparing me for adult life and the world of work.

I was a good girl but seem to remember my homework was always more of a chore than it should have been. We didn’t have any reference books in the house nor a telephone so if I was really stuck I had to go to the call box on the corner to look up in the telephone book one of ‘the bods’ and beg for help. Fancy a phone directory being intact in a call box - amazing days. I’d have done so much better at the grammas school if (a) I’d had Google and (b) my birthday hadn’t been in the last few days of August - the baby of the year! That’s my excuse anyway ?

I was not naughty at all too terrified of the teachers but I remember an incident we were waiting to go to the swimming baths lined up near the gate when a lady came with her daughter and someone made a rude comment to her and we all got hauled in and reprimanded severely I still fight injustice to this day as I hadn't done anything. Maybe that was a lesson I remembered all my life?

Not naughty at all. Never wanted to be the centre of attention. Still don’t.

I was evil at secondary school. I changed school at 13 and I suppose in order to fit in I joined the bad girls. Apart from not wearing my beret all the way home, talking in the corridor and smoking behind the bus shelter my biggest crime was talking to the boys from the boy’s school next door over the ginnel wall! Each of these ‘crimes’ gave me a detention so we had tea late every Wednesday. It wasn’t until the Sixth form that I settled down. Oh and I forgot I put a preserved fish down some one’s back!

By and large I was well behaved, but I remember being caned by the headmaster, along with two others, for some bit of mischief in a geography lesson. The worst of it was that I had to face my father afterwards. That was it, really.

I was a good girl too apart from hiding in the dining hall with friends to miss games.

My other half was not - we were in the same class during several years at secondary. He was regularly hauled out of english by one teacher for any slight misdemeanour and was sent to the deputy head every morning for not having his hair cut (he looked like David Essex back then). Needless to say 50 years later he no longer has this problem