My fourth year at grammar school was a surprise, especially to me. I got only one detention and only one caning. It seemed I had starting growing up, or learning from my past mistakes. The account below is as I remember it, though the names are changed. The description of the teacher is accurate as I kept a diary and recorded the details. My single caning came in the summer term. I was fifteen at the time and it was 1967. One lunchtime, another lad made some rude comments about a girl I fancied, including calling here the local bike.
The third year at Grammar school is best described as a disaster for me. I was thirteen at the start and turned fourteen a few weeks into the first term. I was a true hormone charged teenager and it showed. The accounts below are as I remember it though the names are changed. The descriptions of the teachers are accurate as I kept a diary and recorded the details. My first caning was in the very first week of the year. I was in a Latin lesson with a new teacher. Miss Harvey was newly qualified and determined to start
During my second year at Grammar school, I got caned three times, same as the previous year. I had graduated into long trousers and felt a man now. I turned thirteen during the first term in 1964 and became a teenager. I was also more aware of girls and ladies. The accounts below are as I remember it, though the names are changed. The descriptions of the teachers are accurate as I kept a diary and recorded the details. My first term passed uneventfully and I did not get caned. In the second term, I got my first caning. I
I survived my first term at grammar school unscathed. But that did not stop me having close shaves. Two detentions in one term, another would have meant six of the best from the Headmaster. In the second term, however, I found out that six of the best on the bottom was easily earned. All teachers could administer up to six strokes of the cane, and most frequently did. Despite the fact I was a cheeky lad, I survived the term, which was more than most did. The accounts below are as I remember it, though the names are changed. The
I moved to Primary School in 1959 at the age of seven. I was there for four years and managed to only get two corporal punishments in that time. The accounts below are as I remember it though the names are changed. The first was in my second year there at the age of nine. I was chatting a lot as usual and got warned. Later in the lesson, Miss Walker had to warn me again for the same thing. I did not learn though and carried on chatting, so Miss Walker told me to stand outside the classroom. At
I remember it as if it happened yesterday. Scott was my nemesis all through my middle school years. His taunts and name-calling climaxed one day when we were in 9th grade. Scott’s insults in front of my girlfriend called me to action. I challenged him to a fight, and he accepted. We agreed to meet after school on the football field behind the bleachers. The word got around among the students that there would be a fight after school. By the time I got to the football field a good crowd had assembled. Word must have reached Mr J, the school principal, because he showed up just as Scott and