Weirdest Schoolday Memories?

There will be others who can greatly empathise with you Su12 but I think you should begin a new thread.

Oh dear skunkhair63 that must have been really shocking. No wonder schools have stopped dissection now.

The main two things I remember were that when outside school but wearing school Uniform, to be seen without hat firmly placed on head, or worse still, eating, were both virtually regarded as hanging offences. Waiting outside the Headmistress’s study must have aroused the same feeling as waiting to go in the dock at the old Bailey. Incidentally, I can’t honestly remember eating in the street since!

Geekesse I agree that learning ‘domestic science as it was called and needlework were very useful. My mother had been evacuated during the war during her middle and late childhood, and did not learn to sew or use a sewing machine from her mother, ( and I guess shortages meant there was no spare to learn on) so could not have taught us- even she had had time. My sister became the pastry cook in the family whilst I the bread and clothes maker. The first item in sewing was making an apron from a teatowel (ready for DS classes) and embroidering a tray cloth with cross stitch. We were taught how to clean sinks by cleaning the sinks and loos in the girls toilet block.
I have more memories of secondary school- canoeing lessons in mid winter and having to smash ice on the surface- it nearly put me off canoeing for life!
In infant school we were allowed to take sweets to share in ( on birthdays only) but had to hand them to the teacher until break time. My abiding memory is of a little girl with learning disability in our class, who did not have the understanding or ability to wait, eating our tube of smarties, with the evidence all down her clothes and then being smacked hard on the legs for it. Smacking her seemed so wrong, even at that age- we understood even as small children that Anne was not yet able to understand the rules! I still wonder what happened to Anne- who moved ( presumably to a special school) shortly after.

We had an evil teacher in my Catholic Primary school, she used to drum her sharp fingernails on your head.
Aged 7 she did it to me and caught a wound, I’d had 6 stitches in my head.
I called her a nasty name and ran home crying.
I was accused of exaggeration and histrionics and then berated by my mother.

Social anxiety, Sul2! You're not the only one, there are thousands of us; worrying about absolutely bugger all while the world goes to Hell in a handcart

I've loved this thread!
In the winter of early '63, I and my younger sister were 'evacuated' from a snowbound farmhouse, to our grandparents' small welsh town. As a six-year old I was able to trot along to school with my Grampa, who was the headmaster. I remember earnestly trying to keep my head down and blend in with the rest of the class, so when the teacher asked a question and all around me unruly kids yelled from their seats, I reluctantly joined in. The teacher immediately shouted at me that THIS was not the way we behaved in this school, and that she had expected BETTER from me! That blew my cover. .
At morning playtime as we broke through the ice topping our milk rations, the same teacher took a large enamel bowl down from a tall cupboard and placed it next to a girl who was stoically sucking up her milk. Minutes after she'd finished, the girl threw up into the bowl, which was whisked away, washed and returned to its place. This happened every day, for the eight weeks until the snow had thawed, the floods had subsided and we were returned to our parents.
Grampa was a truly lovely man and I've never believed he was aware of the atrocities occurring in his school on a daily basis.

In the winter at my primary school, the teacher used to bring out buckets of water and throw them along the playground until we had a long strip of ice that we could take turns to slide along. No one ever seemed to injure themselves other than small bumps. It was great fun.

Mrs Pickles, our teacher at the infants' school said one morning that she could smell something. We were sitting in a semi-circle and each of us in turn had to stand up and eventually she found the cause. One of the girls had done a poo on her chair. The poor kid was too scared to go to the toilet as her mother had told her that the school toilets were dirty - full of germs which would make her poorly. She was escorted out of the classroom to deal with it. I think we were horrified but I don't think anyone laughed.

I remember asking my 'RE teacher, if God made the world who made God ? Probably about 7 years old.
I was shouted at and hit on the leg with a ruler.
I then told her that Jesus wouldn't like her. Got hit again and made to stand in the playground in the pouring rain.
My mum was furious and came to tell the teacher the true meaning of Christianity. She was Salvation Army captain . The teacher left shortly after that.

Sul2

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I had completely forgotten about this until reading the thread: In my last year at primary, we were shown what was either a dead stillborn or aborted lamb in a tank of some kind of liquid.

Why, I don't know, because it certainly wasn't part of any project that we had been working on.
Some of the parents complained about it when they found out, feeling it was totally inappropriate and distressing. Personally, I think I was more bemused (I had an elder brother so had been subjected to all manner of unsavoury experience by that age), and probably didn't even mention it to my own parents.

I also recall an incident in a biology lesson when I was about 14. The teacher - a nice man but a hopeless teacher - had brought a large jar of maggots into the lesson, and halfway through the lesson they somehow started escaping in huge numbers from the top of the jar, and we looked on in horror as a tsunami of these awful wriggling creatures swept across his desk and spread across the floor!