What slightly sinister events do you remember from your school days?

[lazarou]

Was just randomly thinking about my old school (private all girls) and I remember in assembly the headmistress used to give a run down of all the nasty things some of the girls had been up to that week (not me though, I was a good girl).

One week someone had been busy glueing a rabbits mouth shut in the pet house

The following week a few of the boarders had been into the local village on the rob

Then someone had said to one of the dinner ladies 'my father pays your wages' after some sort of disagreement

Then it was discovered one of the sixth formers had been having it off with the music teacher - not announced in assembly though, of course.

Perhaps someone recognises thes events and went to the same school....

Wanking off a boy in my science class in Year 10. We sat on the back bench and in full view of other pupils.

Blimey Mac.Did it not strike you as a somewhat ...unusual thing to be doing in public??

Geography teacher who sold speed.

Very odd Latin teacher who used to stand at the window and press himself against the wall.

Drunk headmistress - really, ever such a lot of the time.

Insane matrons - they used to come and go with alarming regularity. One invited me into her 'flat' and read me a poem she'd written full of swearing and images of dead children. AND she was in her dressing gown at the time.

Loads of suicide attempts, drink and drugs.

Drama teacher who used to cast himself as a main part and kiss girls in the play. He kissed quite a lot of girls outside the play too.

PE teacher who used to pull on our bras. I can't even remember why she did that.

We used to go out at night - I suppose the doors were unlocked - and wander about. And in the summer would go swimming at midnight and people were always in the bushes watching - and we used to ignore them.

'Prowlers' used to come up to the school a lot.

Oh and a very sweet transvestite music teacher who used to stand there in her twin set and pearls and ask me to ring my father for racing tips.

I could go on ALL NIGHT.

And to think WE worry about reading levels fgs.

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Primary school in the main was fine (although Head belted the living daylights out of a boy once for putting female on the end of term test form, rather than male).

Final year at primary was bizarre. Male teacher was as I found out some years later a chronic alcoholic. So in a hungover state most days. His way of coping with this was to assign the brightest 6 of the class, to a group of slightly less bright children to teach them - everything! He also used to suggest that if they didn;t do homework, mucked around we belted them too. I found it all incredibly stressful (possibly at a time of surging hormones) and eventually my mother went in to school and created merry hell!

Secondary school was relentlessly brutal. Really horrible standards of brutal behaviour from teachers. Shockingly bad I had some very happy times there, but it was always tinged with the guilt, that if you weren't as bright and able as i was, your life was a complete fucking misery.

I have to say, that in many ways their behaviour coloured my views of teachers for many, many years - and although a lurker on many of her threads, it is only people like MB that have somewhat restored my faith

Moondog, at that age I didn't even consider that, at the time it was just one big joke (I'm not laughing now). Sadly I remember many girls being 'touched up' behind the bike sheds.

Grammar School - one of the pupils was expelled for using the home ec room for preparing the drugs she was planning to sell

100 are you Bianca Campbell Black?

OK this is a law school one, but belongs on this thread - professional ethics lecturer suddenly disappearing - then we read in the law society gazette that he had been struck off!

THis thread is fascinating isn't it.

fascinating or utterly depressing at the level of professional neglect and child abuse that went on 15/20 years ago.

lets do work ones

mamazon - God I know - think fascinating was the wrong word

Yes I am MamaG. And if I'm not, I know a lot of girls who were.

It is interesting isn't it? But also how we took the 'slightly sinister' things, but not the incredibly sinister things, in our stride somehow.

We had two strikes at my school too. I led one, it was a lie-in because they wouldn't turn the heating on. The other one was a fully fledged riot which started on the art department roof.

I tried to start a mass walk out at school
it didn't really work

was called into head's office and had to admit that I'd nicked hte idea of the Wonder Years the night before

LOL

The slightly sinisters relieved the tedium, I think. And some were very funny. The PE teacher who taught us 'chest exercises' which were done to a rhythmic chant:
'I-must-I-must-increase-my-bust-the-bigger-the-better-the-tighter-the-sweater'.

Don't suppose that's on the National Curriculum anymore.

I once organised a mass stink-bomb raid on my school. Every room was covered and synchronised to go off at 2.30pm.

It went off well, it was a good operation. The only trouble was that the teachers went outside, and left 1500 pupils inside. I remember they smiled at us from the grounds ... and waved.

my science class was so bad that they made a supply teacher cry and lock herself in the store room until the bell went. REason for supply teacher was the REAL teacher had a nervous breakdown

Our hockey pitch backed onto a public footpath. Where middle aged men in dirty raincoats used to congregate (near to a red light district). We tried to tell the gym mistress but she just said 'ignore them, gels, play UP'. Found out later that (before my time) the Yorkshire Ripper had been arrested hanging out on that footpath (and let go).

Dh and his mates always used to recall one master who used to send boys to the bursar a few paperclips. It seemed he had a system - a scale of attractiveness from one to ten. If you were sent for seven or more paperclips, you worried... many years later a completely different teacher was convicted of sexually assaulting several boys in dh's year.

I am thinking two things about this thread
1.wish i'd goen to dustystar's school.
2.home ed

RE teacher usually drunk - swigged from a hip flask in class and shouted and swore a lot
English teacher always dropping pencils and looking up your skirt or leering down your top (and was v short so eye to breast with many)
Teachers/6th formers haveing a joint Christmas do at a nightclub - half the 5th form went with teachers backing their ID up. Ashamed to say 2 teachers kissed me when drunk - I was mortified afterwards. My own fault for drinking 19 Malibu and orange cordials (one of said teachers moved in with a 6th former shortly after)
Plenty of sexual contact between pupils went on in class and 'down the field' at lunchtime
Local Co-op used to sell us out of date red wine for 99p a bottle
Pupils used to race jumping from desk to desk and one went flying out a 2nd floor open window once - only broke his arm though
PE teacher used to take your towel off you at the beginning of the shower and give it you back at the end 'if you were wet enough'
Many, many mass brawls between schools as it was the miners strike
Oh and a very profitable business model was run shoplifting to order....

lol at the harp

We too had a music teacher who got off with a fair few pupils. At the time, it seemed perfectly normal. I can only imagine how we'd react now if one of ours came back and said they were err doing it with a teacher at school.

We used to torture one of our French teachers who was a prissy madam. We put a pin on her chair, she sat down and it went straight into her bum and she had to go to hospital . We thought it was so funny but can see it was not so now.

We also had lots of visits from the police and some of us had to do a community service thing with them - a fair few children ran away and had to be located and 2 people died in one of my classes - a horror under age drunk driving accident and another one was killed outside school when she was run over.

And we had a lesbian PE teacher who used to make us run around, in winter, in our regulation navy blue PE knickers even though we had tracksuits we could have worn grrr. I think, from threads like this before though, lots of people had to wear those knickers!

One lunchtime some sixth formers who had got a "rock band" together were allowed to perform a gig in the hall. The lead singer stripped off bollock naked halfway through the set and the headmaster came rushing in and chased him across the stage.

There was a fight in the classroom and a lad put his arm through a window and cut an artery.

In another fight a boy got stuffed head first in a dustbin and was knocked out.

Another boy was chased out of the school grounds and was run over by a bus on the road outside.

The (married) headmaster was having it off with another (married) teacher. My mum was another teacher at the school and even she believe that was true.

There was a regular flasher in the woods that we had to run through for x-country. Plus older kids from the other school would shoot at us on our playing field with an air rifle.

The latin teacher threw a desk at a boy in our class and most of the teachers threw chalk or the blackboard rubber at anyone who was talking/messing about - happened most lessons.

Creepy physics teacher who used to go the pub at lunch time with girls from the Upper 6th.

A very weird 5th former who when I was about 12 used to follow me and my mates about masterbating (him not us).

The chemistry master had some sort of chemical (magnesium???) that he wanted to get rid of - so he dragged an old cast iron bathtub onto one of the tennis courts and filled it with water. Chucked all the chemical in and ran - blew the bath tub up in the air - massive explosion.

Geography teacher who always had to nip out for 5mins in the middle of a lesson to light his pipe up for a bit. Came back in once with the pipe safely back in his blazer pocket, but it was still alght and his jacket started smoldering.

I have a university one, my Arabic lecturer was also curator of a very fine private collection of middle-eastern artifacts. He was removing pages from ancient Korans and other manuscripts and selling the individual pages on the open market. By the time he was caught he had swindled a fortune and ruined several priceless books.

The chaplain and RE teacher at my school had two birth sons and an adopted daughter from India. He would make sweaping comments about racial/other groups of people and then claim that he couldn't be racist because he had an Indian daughter. He was always commenting on how he had saved her from growing up in an orphanage, and making out that he was the most charitable, devout and 'good' person around because he had taken a strange child into his family. Now that I have an adopted child of my own and I know what a joy and priviledge it is I find it very that he never once said or implied that he loved his daughter or that she had brought far more to his life than the feeling of having fulfilled a charitable obligation.