What is the most random school memory you have?

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.

I lived in Scotland and leather straps on the hand were in frequent use. Most of the time I had done nothing to offend etc. At secondary school. for saying de le instead of du, the French teacher gave me 6 on the palm of each hand using his full strength. I tried not to cry but didn't manage it. Everybody was terrified of him.

Being caned in the headmaster’s office. I wish it had been for something I didn’t do, but…. I was I one of four who worked a silly prank. Our headmaster was a lovely man. Even after that we all still adored him!

Being mimicked by the Primary headmaster in a corridor "library", where I was quietly choosing a book. No one else was around. It was both a horrible, and a completely random experience. (What a mean person he was to need to make fun of a 10 year old schoolgirl.) I gave him, (what I hoped was) a hard stare. It felt like bullying, and the cruelty of it never left me.

I was accused of stealing the teacher’s pencil. It was so traumatic , that I still can’t remember, whether I actually did or was wrongly accused …..

I always remember throwing up all over my reader when I was five or six because I was made to drink warm milk. When it came to my turn to read the words I couldn’t as the page was covered in sick.The teacher unaware of what happened matched over to my little desk and slammed her hand on the page to show me the words.Then when she realized her hand was covered in sick she gave me a good slap with her other hand!

One of our Primary school teachers was the inspiration for Miss Trunchbull. We were terrified of her. She made me stay behind to finish my school dinner. It was something I hated and I just couldn't swallow without gagging. When she came back and saw it still on the plate she slapped the back of my leg so hard it left her fingerprints! When my mother saw them she was furious and went to the school to complain which was a very rare occurrence in the 1950s. 😡

Aveline

I remember being a Beatle in the school nativity play. I still remember my lines :
'I'm a Beatle I've got a guitar. It ain't much to offer but here you are.'
I then presented my precious guitar to the baby Jesus!

That's just reminded me of a nativity play in infant school.

My brother and I are identical twins and my brother was chosen to portray the innkeeper. I was most upset at this so, after a brief discussion between parents and teachers, that particular production had two identical innkeepers. The one and only time I suspect.

I remember being a Beatle in the school nativity play. I still remember my lines :
'I'm a Beatle I've got a guitar. It ain't much to offer but here you are.'
I then presented my precious guitar to the baby Jesus!

My sister and I were day pupils at a convent school , we have unusual first names and very plain surnames
Messages for our parents were left on the window sill in the cloakroom, our messages were addressed to us by our first names and everyone else was addressed as Miss surname
I can still see that window sill and our envelopes sticking out like sore thumbs

Bunsen burners in the chemistry lab when it was cold They were put under a brick tested on a tripod. Oh health and safety now !

My maths teacher used to throw those big wooden blackboard erasers at pupils if he thought they weren't paying attention! He threw one at the girl sitting at the desk next to me one time and nearly knocked her out.

Psychotic primary school teacher throwing a large bunch of keys at one of the pupils! Another time in a rage she knocked a large pile of hardback books on to the floor and shouted at someone to pick them up! We were all terrified daily. It was hell on earth in her class! We were told school will be the best days of your life, they certainly were not!

I remember the very straitlaced headmistress telling me that my finger nails were too long. She marched me to the sick room, sat me down with some nail scissors and left the room saying she would return to check on them. I did nothing ... just sat there (stroppy kid, me). When she returned she looked at my nails and said: " Now that's better."

I think it was our first week and one of the boys was crying and kicking the classroom door to go home.

I remember that little bottle of milk too, we had to drink it before we got out at playtime which was 11 am, the teacher left the room and told us to go when we finished our milk, everyone had gone except me...I hated milk, so I left mine and went outside, when we came back in the teachers asked who hadn't finished their milk, nobody answered, she looked at me and asked if I wanted it ,and she waited till I drank it .

When I was 15 and having my skirt measured in front of the whole school in assembly by the headmistress for bing too short, (it was).

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.