How naughty were you at school?

Once lent my PE kit to a classmate, I hated the bully PE teacher, if you didn't like sports, she didn't like you. Anyway ended up doing 500 lines, of " I mustnt lend my PEKit ". Did it of course, but even today I hate sports of any kind.

I wasn’t really naughty, but had an unfortunate habit of finding things funny and laughing aloud, which got me into trouble. My DB told me to disguise it as a cough. I must have sounded really ill sometimes.

I was educated in Scotland in the 50s' and 60's so that was corporal punishment for forgetting a sum. In secondary school I said de le instead of du and received 6 of the leather strap on each hand. My parents saw my hands so my rear end was just as painful, again a leather strap was used.

Not long afterwards I went to a Catholic boarding school and loved every minute of it. There was no corporal punishment and the nuns on the whole were pleasant. I hated gym but loved sports which we played for part of each day. Bliss!

Boy not boys I wasn’t that naughty

Do you know I m ashamed to say I wasn’t naughty at all I loved my school and enjoyed going every day
The one time I was in trouble with the headmistress was when I was about 15 and ……I was seen walking down the street in my uniform with a boys whose arm was round me and I wasn’t wearing my hat either
Crime of the century

I’m astonished by the harsh punishments and nasty teachers some of you endured. There was absolutely no physical punishment at my junior and senior schools. At my infant school I once got a smack on the hand for not knowing my tables. I can’t express how much I despised the teacher who did it.

I wasn’t naughty exactly, but I always talked too much. When I was little my grandfather said he’d give me a shilling if I had a report without ‘chatterbox’ on it. I never got the shilling! At senior school there was a constant refrain of ‘Grandma70s and Stella (or whoever), stop talking’.

I was always too frightened of my mother to be naughty at primary or secondary school. If I didn’t do as well as she wanted I was punished so being in trouble at school would have had severe repercussions.
At senior school I was terribly bullied by one girl and her cronies but, because we were fee-paying non Catholics, she got away with it. When I told my mother I was being bullied she walloped me for ‘lying, being ungrateful for all the sacrifices she was going through to send me there’ and that continued all my life until she died 3 years ago at 94.
I was terrified of the nuns too, many of whom were spiteful and vindictive.
But back then, 50’s and 60’s you did as you were told or else…..

I wasn't naughty in primary school but in top infants me and the teacher didn't really get on, personality clash really. She didn't like children who spoke up unless asked.

She clipped me round the ears for not listening and then a couple of weeks later I was diagnosed with partial deafness..then got a grovelling apology.

I loved my secondary school, it was well run and forward looking (school council, no physical punishments, good teachers, lot of school clubs etc...not a lot to rebel against)

But once in the break at cookery I was fiddling with the chain for the plug in the sink and broke all the links. I hid my part in this but it featured in assembly next morning with heavy warnings of culprit coming forward and moral lectures on honesty and the Good Of All. Couldn't sleep, cried my eyes out to parents, parents rung the head, who was totally surprised who it was and saw how much guilt I had so let me off in an agonising 1 2 1 session with him.

I don't think any of us wanted to tease the teachers. When we broke rules it was because we wanted to do what we were not allowed to do.

I was naughty from the age of fourteen to fifteen. We had a very ineffectual teacher of french who, poor man, was ill and couldn't really cope with us. I had the bright idea of stripping the paint of the wall when he wrote on the board. Then we would deliberately drop rulers, timed to do it together, and chat under the desks. I truanted as well to go to a boyfriend's house every Wednesday afternoon for months. I grew out of it though and went into teaching. Poacher turned gamekeeper 🤣

A very shy and nervous girl - I went through a naughty stage aged 15 .
I didn't do anything that bad - I just discovered the art of making school friends laugh .

I got into such trouble with the headmistress and worse , my mother that it made me depressed and reclusive .
And it took me years to regain my confidence .

I now realise how desperately , I needed counselling .

I've read that many comedians had traumatised childhoods and I empathise with them .

I wasn’t really badly behaved at all, except at about 14 when we had a hyper-chilled male physics teacher. I still remember him saying, ‘Witzend and Susan (or whoever it was) will you please come and look at this experiment?’

‘No thanks - we’re talking.’

Probably very wisely, he then ignored us.
Needless to say, I was hopeless at physics and dropped it once it was time for O level choices.

I spent quite a bit of time outside the door during maths classes, I used to get the giggles, the teachers comb over used to either fall over the back of his head or onto his shoulder.
I hated school, I went to so many being from an army family.

I was a goody two shoes who enjoyed school certainly all of us in the “A” class were the same, even the boys rarely got into trouble. It was a good school and discipline was enforced by the Deputy Head, surprisingly even the bad boys liked and respected him. I only remember one girl caned and that was for bullying

In Junior School one of the teachers told us to bend our books instead of open our books, I thought I'd be a smart ass and bent my book promptly getting the cane... But i only did what she said..... hmmmm

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It weren't me who dunnit if id ave nown it wor an old thred i wunt of ritten owt

Managed to avoid games and PE for 7 years!

MissAdventure, that's me exactly! I wasn't really naughty either, I was a very quiet and timid child and terrified of being shouted at and embarrassed by anyone but I hated the ''authority'' and also the sexism! ''You should read Learn to Sew With Mother books for girls and ''Learn Model Aircraft Making'' for boys type of rubbish. I detested them!

HOWEVER! As most of my teachers and other students hated me because ... just because ... I wasn't the academic type or the being a subservient little housewife type and I didn't like them either ... I was a very lonesome girl ... one naughty thing I LOVED to do and it always got me shouted at by teachers and classmates but in this case I didn't care was when we came back from the school holidays or some other break and I was picked to shift our lidded desks around in the classroom after teachers had used it for something else, I knew where each pupil sat but I totally rearranged them so they all had to scramble around trying to find theirs while I left mine at the back where I belonged!

That gave me SO MUCH glory and happiness and I'd sit there smugly as they swore and hissed at me and teacher threw a tantrum at me!

It was beautiful!

Re the reviving of old threads.

Either way, what does it matter?

Not much, I dare say, Theexwife. But it can be a bit disconcerting suddenly to come across comments from long-dead members, and sometimes even a bit upsetting if they were ones you counted as GN friends.

Well behaved at primary school then went to mixed grammar school. Around the third year a lesbian PE Teacher took a shine to me as I was very sporty and tried to get me in her personal shower. I didn’t know how to handle that or whether to tell anyone so I started playing up, being late for lessons, not doing homework etc and under performing in sports, swimming etc so she wouldn’t single me out again.

Aside from that my friend and I hated needlework and our teacher was very nervy. She used to keep all the scissors in big metal biscuit tins. We used to pretend to give them out and waited till we got close to her and drop the tin and contents which made a splendid crash and she nearly fell off her chair.

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5year old thread😄
Still, I’ll join in and say I was saintlike as a child tho I do remember running through a few corn fields.🤪

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Or somepeople fancy a chat but cannot think of a subject so resurrect an old one.

Either way, what does it matter?

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MiniMoon , I remember those dreadful stick pens with the scratchy nibs, we had porcelain ink wells in our desks. It was almost impossible not to have ink blots all over the exercise book. How on earth were children supposed to write with those !? I was reasonably well behaved in school ,often the ink monitor!!!

I was never in trouble. I did get asked not to put political badges on my school scarf when I was in the 6th form. I also took one afternoon a week off school in U6th to see my boyfriend but no one noticed, especially not my parents.