Weird things your teachers did, which they would be fired for today.....

[muriel76]

Bit of a random question, but I was chatting with an old school friend the other day and we were remembering our teacher at primary school having a new bathroom fitted and she wanted to check how the workmen were doing.

The whole class was told to 'line up at the door' and off we marched down the road to her house, with teacher leading the way (small town BTW she lived near the school!) but no other adults in sight.

We then all sat in her back garden while she chatted to the plumber!

Ok this was back in the 80s but it made me think - you would never get away with this today.

Anyone else got a similar story from before the days of the national curriculum and parental consent forms etc?!

1970s education: geography teacher marched a pupil out of the classroom by lifting him up by his hair. Maths teacher threatened to give me the slipper, because as he put it "You piss me off". School caretaker regularly had (quite literally) girls in room/ office, and round his house, which was just down the road.

Lesbians taught the girls PE and Homosexuals taught the boys. Staff were often knobbing each other, it was never a secret. I think many of the male teachers had PTSD, they would regale us with stories from the war(s).

Male Year six teach said to me once ‘stop that or i’ll skin you alive and dip you in vinegar’ I was such a good girl and it scared me so much.

When I was 8 I fell over a tree trunk on the way to swimming. The teacher told me to get up and stop making a fuss. Turns out I had broken my thumb.

I was once told that I was worse that a disabled person for not participating in rounders.

When I was 7 our teacher decided to tell us the meaning behind some swear words. This was a catholic school in the 80s. Parents were not happy!

Late 70's...winter... School heating had broken down and it was extremely cold in the classrooms. Teacher made us 'take a break' from our desks and do star jumps and burpees to keep warm.

Knicker checks .
All stood in a row had to lift our skirt to show we were wearing the regulation navy blue knickers.
(Convent in the 70's)

Primary- hit us. A lot. Sometimes literally for being in the wrong place.

Girls grammar- threw chalk at us , one man threw the board-rubbers, looked up our addresses and ridiculed those from council houses , ridiculed specific parents from the council- house addresses, smoked in lessons, lesbian pe teacher made our lives a misery as we had to walk naked from the showers -no towel allowed , nobbed each other, nobbed the many willing sixth formers, one married male shagged a 14 year old every week after his ‘bell-ringing club’.

Bubble butt
Sexy lady
Bait(!)
Terms my tech teacher used to describe girls in my class, also used to say things like "don't you want a husband? cause that's not how you get a husband" when girls would ask too many questions.

This was the nineties

The infant headmistress at my school was a psychotic witch who assaulted children under 7 on a daily basis, either using her own hands or an implement. This was only in the late 80s.
At my secondary school in 1999-2000, we had a supply teacher who used his position to get close to young girls and was in a band. He gave out his phone number to several young girls including me. I never followed him up but seemingly others did and were intimate with him. None of those teachers were sacked.

Wow this is a resurected zombie, but worth reading.

I went to three primaries.

The first one we travelled to and from school on a coach, sitting three to a seat - no one thought this was a problem, and no one thought it was a problem for a driver to be in sole charge of 45 5-7 year olds.

One day our teacher lined us up, walked us to a local park where she collected frog spawn and walked us back. We had a tank set up in the classroom and after the tadpoles had become frogs we did the same trip to return them.

The second school my teacher was welsh, so she taught us to sing a song in Welsh and made welsh cakes in the classroom with a camping stove for St David's day.

Third one I had a fabulous teacher, he was an ex miner - not relevant but adds a bit of interest.

He would take us on 'history walks', this consisted of us lining up in silence, creeping down the corridor, out of the front door, then crawling under the window of the head, who was a nun and who he claimed would be after us on her broomstick if she saw or heard us.

He would then walk us round local places and tells us the history of what buildings had been used for, why there was a pig on a church tower, who had lived where.

Then I moved up a class to, 'Sr Mary Thwakum's class and I need coffee before writing more.

English teacher when I was 11 used to make any miscreants stand in the wastepaper bin with their back to the class.

My DM and DD were primary school teachers. DM took a badger into her class one day to show the kids, the local paper took a photo of them feeding it from a baby's bottle.
DD used to take animals into class including a grass snake, a guillemot, a bat, and pet rats.

A level physics teacher announced "girls can't do physics"

A level Geography trip we were all 16/17 and we went in the local pub and drank alcohol

Primary school teacher smacked a boy- she literally yanked him up by the arm and smacked his bottom - he was annoying but didn’t deserve that
same teacher was having an affair with another (male) teacher and everyone including the kids knew as they didn’t exactly hide it
secondary school teachers threw chalk and those heavy wood backed board runners at pupils no one worried if that might injure a child
also we were taught how to make bombs by the science department

English teacher in our all girls high school used to drop pens on the floor so he could look up our skirts.
He almost always had an election.

A few of the parents got together and had a meeting with the head teacher to complain but she said he had a medical condition that meant he couldn't help having erections.
He was at the school for many years before eventually getting fired for his predatory behaviour.

*erection - not election 🙄

I remember back in the 60s in the first class in Primary school, one of my classmates wet herself because she hadn’t been allowed to go to the loo. The teacher then made her stand on her chair as an example, I suppose. The girl was really upset and crying. Such a cruel thing for a teacher to do.

Letting us get pissed in foreign trips.

Pissec in France at 16
Pissed and vomiting in Germany at 17

😂😂

Was this in North West England?

My friend and I took woodwork, as a cse subject (1979) On the first lesson the boys were told by the male teacher yo choose which ben h they wanted to work at. He then lined us girls up facing the boys and announced "now boys, which one of these nice little bits of fluff would you like to share your bench with you?"

Reflecting, I dont think I could take the subject seriously and enjoyed pissing him off by chopping all the wood up from constant mistakes.

*to choose which bench

One of my old primary teachers used to throw loads of books at the floor in a rage if anyone ‘misbehaved’
The smallest thing would set her off.
She would often come into the classroom with make up smudged down her face & just generally not with it. We were only 6/7 & just thought she was abit odd.

Years later, I found out she’d been an alcoholic, had a nervous breakdown, then left teaching altogether.

Another teacher at secondary school started jabbing me aggressively in the chest and got in my face when he thought I’d pushed in the lunch line. I hadn’t and was so shocked, I just started back at him. My friend next to me stuck up for me, but she was promptly told to ‘shut up’
If that happened now - I would happily slap his hand away and tell him to keep his hands to himself - but this was the late 90s/early 00s. Teachers got away with all sorts of shit back then.

Teacher swearing at pupils

My teacher (P3 so aged about 7?) used to send me out to the shop to do her shopping during lesson time.

One would bring an apple or pear every day and peel it very slowly at her desk using a silver fruit knife.
Then she ate it slowly slice by slice, while remarking that she didn’t suppose any of our parents ate fruit in this way or used a proper fruit knife, or indeed even owned a fruit knife, and that we wouldn’t have seen anyone else eat their fruit in the proper way.

Every day.
While we silently re-read the Janet and John books over and over, in the dim gloomy classroom.