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Originally Posted by CaptainCrunch
I was thinking of this the other day.
When I was in elementary school if you were caught chewing gum in class the teacher would take your gum and stick it to your blackboard just slightly higher then your nose, and for the rest of the class you had to stand facing the board on your toes with your nose touching the gum.
I also remember the strap. I got that more then once in elementary school mostly for fighting because for some reason I loved fighting when I was a kid
I also remember I loved my Grade three teacher, but he had a major league pitching arm. If you were talking in class, he would in one moment pivot and fire a piece of chalk at you, and I swear it would whiz by your ear and explode against the wall behind you.
I also remember that your parents would have to bring you to parent teachers night. And the teachers wouldn't sugar coat what you were doing in class and where you were struggling. And I also remember the awkward rides home where my parents had a check list of things that I had to do to catch up and your parents had to sign off on everything.
I also remember this trip tot he principals office in Junior High, I had decided to grow my hair long, and I got called in for an academic consultation because I just wasn't a good student. He went through everything ripped me up and down, told me that my long hair made me look like a lazy idiot and that he was going to be watching my grades for the rest of the time that I was at his school.
It was crazy how hardcore nasty teachers used to be if you crossed them or disrespected them. The ear grab and escort out of the classroom was a favorite tactic of theirs.
Teachers also didn't step in and break up fights, they let us slug it out until we were too tired to continue and then stepped in.
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I don't think you are 10 years older than me (at most) and I've gathered that we grew up in the same neighborhood. I went to public school, possibly even the same schools you attended.
What you describe sounds like a completely different world/education system than the one I went through.
"The strap" was a vague threat that only kids talked about and nobody I knew ever saw it, let alone got hit with it. No teacher ever threw anything at a kid. We got called out for chewing gum and had to get rid of it but that was about it. There was no grabbing ears any of that.
I was no angel, and got hollered at and spent more than my share of time in the Principal's office or banished from class to sit like an idiot in the hallway, but damn, it sounds like you went to the same school Charles Dickens went to.