How naughty were you at school?

I was a good girl, I loved school being an only child, and don’t remember ever being in real trouble apart from maybe talking however when I was about 14 I got summoned to the head mistress office, I was shaking inside, my crime I had been seen on my way home from school in the street without my school hat on and wait for it, drumroll, holding a boys hand

I was quite good most of the time. I liked school. I got into mild trouble all through my school life for talking too much. I was also very stubborn and if I didn’t like something I wouldn’t do it. Consequently I never finished any sewng project, got out of a lot of maths by asking to “be excused “ when I guessed my turn to answer a question was imminent (this didn’t work in senior school, I discovered), and utterly refused to learn the rules of lacrosse. I was such a nuisance in games lessons that they gave up on me in the end.

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I was good too and don't remember getting up to tricks like Granny 23 what fun that must have been.
However, I did get my knuckles wacked with a ruler for doing curly writing instead if italic and if we didn’t have good table manners, we would get a bang on the head with a spoon!

When I was doing my nurse training in the early 1970's, we put a clock in a little gap behind the blackboard, it had a loud tick and the poor Pharmacist couldn’t concentrate on his lecture and was quite put out by our giggling.

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I was a good girl. I was once smacked across the palm of my hand for making too many boots in my work book! I thought this was grossly unfair, as we had to use those pens with nibs which you dipped into an ink well. They were awfully dribbly.

I was summoned to the headmistress and accused of being a ring leader. I had my own little 'gang' and organised 'feats' for them such as jumping off high walls or climbing trees. When one of my gang fell out of a tree, and landed flat on her back completely winded, I was certainly in trouble!

In primary school I was sent to the heads office for "playing" with my plastic hair band. I was very cross at that as all I had done was slide it down to capture any wayward bits of hair when repositioned IYSWIM
That's the only time all through school that I wad punished for bad behaviour.

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To my everlasting regret, I was a goody two shoes. I was terrified of both my mother and the nuns.
I have made up for it.

My class at Secondary School (the top stream) were collectively renowned for being practical Jokers, One of the pranks was to set off an alarm clock in the class when the new nervous French assistant was delivering his first lesson. We all leapt to our feet and panicked about, convincing him that it was the fire alarm, left the room two by two at quick march and assembled in the playground, while the poor Frenchman took the register to ensure that the whole class was out, but of course a few had hidden inside. Along came the janitor (who came from Aberdeen) who grilled him in Doric Scots as to why we were out, ensuring even more confusion.

We also sent Valentine Cards from one random teacher to another, drove our English Teacher mad with outbreaks of suggestive mis-spellings and many other ploys.

However our best, most successful plot. which we kept going for two weeks, was the Steradent Tooth powder one. My Mum and Dad both had false teeth so I supplied the powder. A small quantity was issued to most members of the class and just as the Teacher entered the room we sniffed the powder up our noses. This causes a, not unpleasant, fizzing sensation, which in turn makes the sniffer sneeze prodigiously, and even foam at the nose. Poor Latin teacher was at a complete loss as to what had caused this phenomenon and rushed around opening windows and issuing us with sheets of toilet paper, We repeated this in several classes, sometimes at the beginning, sometimes when the teacher had left the room for some reason and returned to mayhem. Many of us had friends or siblings in other classes who joined in so suspicion did not fall directly on our class. The entire building was given a thorough cleaning, teachers were banned from wearing perfume or aftershave etc. which must have worked because the mysterious sneezing outbreaks petered out. (actually we had run out of Steradent and got bored with the joke).

I was very naughty. I was worse at home.

I wasn't particularly naughty, but I always hated school and was very disdainful of authority.
Plus I could come up with what I thought were some great one liners in reply to the teachers.

I was a good girl, I was, but in the 3rd year infants we were having a sewing lesson, and I clipped a tiny bit of material from my gymslip with the scissors. Mrs. Wilkinson tanned my backside with the battleboard, which I thought was very unfair, it was MY gymslip, not the school`s!

When given a detention at my school you had to learn and recite a passage from Shakespeare before you could leave. If you memorised it quickly you could escape quite early.

So.....(!) what play would you like me to quote!