Half a lifetime ago I did English and Drama at A-level in school. Each year, we put on two shows, one modern on Shakespeare. In the upper sixth, we had a new head of English, Miss West. Rather than the traditional school favourites of Romeo and Juliet or Hamlet, she decided on The Taming of the Shrew. Casting was done and I was cast as Petruchio whilst the school hottie, Rachel, was cast as Katherine. I’ll be honest at this point; I did not know why I was getting all sorts of winks, smiles and you lucky bast**d comments. I had read the original work. However,

After five years at grammar school, I failed to achieve good enough exam results to stay in their sixth form. So I moved to another local school with a sixth form and was reunited with some friends from primary school. Dress code was much more relaxed than grammar school and I soon settled in. The cane was still used, but less frequently, especially on sixth formers. However, we were warned that serious offences would still attract a caning. I had a few minor behavioural problems, but none were serious enough to be punished formally. Near the end of the academic

I was at school in the era when CP was rife. I have already written about my grammar school canings but thought it useful for readers to understand punishments in primary school. At age seven I moved to primary school where punishment was much more formal than my infants school. We had the same form teacher for the year but did get other teachers for specialist subjects. There was also a new experience for me as we had male teachers. I would like to be able to tell you I had learnt to behave, but I certainly hadn’t. I got

I was at a catholic primary school in the 1950s, where the preferred method of punishment was the slipper. I was quite a good child and never did anything to need punishing until my last year there when I was 11 years old. I still think it was just an excuse to spank some of us as we did not even know we were doing wrong until apprehended. We had two playgrounds with a wide alley joining them, and were playing a game of snake, where we formed a line holding on to the waist of the boy in front

Having lurked on this site for a while I thought it was about time to tell some of my own accounts of my years in boarding school during the late 1960s and early 1970s in southern England. I won’t say the name of my housemaster or the school as it still operates, though under a different name. This is my first account of how I remember those times and I have tried to include as much as I can of the details of what happened and what I was feeling at the time. Later on, I was to embrace my

My name is Jack and when I was 16 years old, I was a regular young adventurous Australian teen, always looking for the next good time. So, when my school informed us of an-upcoming school exchange program to America, I jumped at the opportunity to apply. A few months passed and the time had come. I was on the plane for the adventure of my life and I couldn’t wait. I was headed to Cape Coral, Florida, which I had no idea what it was going to be like. I was full of nerves and excitement, and had so many questions

Everyone remembers their first caning at school. I certainly do but I also remember the first time I got the full six strokes. I attended a grammar school in the 1960s and the cane was well used. Each pupil was part of one of four houses and each house had one teacher as Head of House. It was this person who dealt with day-to-day canings, although serious infractions meant a visit to the Headmaster and a guaranteed six strokes. On day one at the school, I was delighted to be put in Spencer House (actual name changed). The reason for

Hi, it’s Sarah again. Just a quick refresh. I was born in 1948 and grew up in what is sometimes referred to as the ‘bible-belt’. Your readers might have read about the first time I got myself in trouble at school; that was when I was in Grade one. One time, I was kept after school along with my friend, Debbie, and her brother, Jimmy, who is a year older than Debbie even though we were all in the 3rd grade at the same time. There was also an ‘unnamed co-conspirator’ who we all knew was the teacher’s pet, Nancy, who always got

No one was more surprised than me to find myself as a register monitor. I collected the register one morning and ensured its passage back to the office before the first lesson. Later, I collected it again for a teacher to check the afternoon attendance. I realised quickly that the system the school used to enter a ‘present’ mark could easily be manipulated to my advantage, due to a stroke of good luck. Mum had provided me with an absence note with no date on for the dentist. My form teacher made a note of it in the register and I

In the late 1950s and early 1960s corporal punishment was fairly common. I think all kids looked upon smacked bottoms and the like as an occupational hazard. Girls, especially, often got their legs smacked. I suppose my mother was probably no stricter than many other parents at the time. I’d get my bottom or legs smacked from time to time, just for the normal kids naughtiness. And as I got older mother started taking me across her knee and flipping my skirts up before smacking me, and she also produced an old slipper of father’s which I felt a few