petra
Last year of junior school.
The maths teacher couldn’t understand that I had a problem with numbers.
He lost his temper to the extent that he hit me round the head so hard my glasses went flying.
Long story short: my mother got to hear of it.
Afternoon lessons had just started and in stormed my mother.
Grabbed him by his shirt from and whacked him.
When I went onto secondary school I heard that he had hurt a child so badly he was sent to prison.
I’m just grateful that my father was at sea otherwise he would ( and could) kill him with his bare hands.
Petra, so many teachers were like that back in the days, it wouldn't be tolerated now, my mum told me about a teacher using the strap on her, right up her arm was red, when my granny saw it ,she was right at the school next day,and had the teacher by the throat. that was the 1917...1920's