What is the most random school memory you have?

It was ‘65 and we’d had an influx of ‘southerners’ to Durham, as the DSS had just been built along with Frankland Prison. One of the girls who joined the grammar school moaned constantly about the North-South divide. We were all peasants, thick and she couldn’t understand a word we said. Eventually, this proved too much for my friend, who jumped from her seat and emptied an entire tin of red poster paint powder over her. Deadly silence followed it and to this day, we regret nothing!

I remember the little, third of a pint, bottles of milk. In the hot weather the full cream, unrefrigerated, milk used to be warm and gone off but we were still made to drink it.

Sitting on the bus to school aged 5 (yes, little children used to do that on their own!) And realising I had forgotten to put any knickers on!!

Day trip to the Peak District.

We were taken up to the top of Mam Tor but the weather changed and became extremely windy (not uncommon). We managed to get back down but it wasn't easy to say the least.

My bag of aniseed balls burst in the middle of my 11+ exam, and rolled all over the classroom floor.

I remember one peado, several violent abusive teachers and getting very little education as the school was on Heathrow flight path, so the teachers had to stop talking every few minutes. Is there anyone I can sue 🤣 Made a great friend though.

I am a singer and was also a good mimic of voices, as I would hear the musical ups and downs of accents etc. So there was a day when I was doing an apparently very good imitation of our Geography mistress , when the sudden hush made me turn from the board to see her standing in the doorway. To be fair as I scuttled back to my desk, she actually smiled and said "quite a good version" to me . But in those days it was just fun copying her voice and I was not saying anything rude, or swearing or anything so think that is why I got away with it!

Aged 5 I was rapped on the hand with a ruler for staring at the ceiling during story time.

Two - One being given the blackboard rubber, the hard wooden bit on my hand, for having an "insolent look on my face" aged about 7. As far as I was aware it was my normal expression. Resting bitch face hadn't been coined all those years ago, so I guess I shouldn't have been making eye contact.

Being torn off a strip for my appalling handwriting. Broken right arm in very visible plaster, therefore having to write with left hand. You really wouldn't think that need an explanation, however that's Catholic Irish nuns for you, absolute bitches, they clearly shouldn't have been around children. At least we weren't locked in with them all day every day and got to go home after school.

In my final year we had too many free periods and one of the solutions was to put us in the loft over an outhouse where we were supposed to revise. The boys put 3 or 4 of the girls under the large table and kicked them for fun.

Having to collect pieces of shiney toilet paper from a box on the teachers desk before going across the playground to use the toilet that were situation in a long block well away from the school. No locks on any of the doors either. Had to ask for permission to go to the toilet and if the teacher was in a bad mood…….well, it led to many a puddle on the classroom floor!

Being given the ruler across my hand for talking