Post by Ghostrider on Aug 20, 2015 11:20:08 GMT
For those that have left their pre- teens well behind them. lol
Can anyone remember when you used to beg for a new pair of baseball boots or sand shoes...you know those white one's that are actually back in fashion, as well as the old baseball boots, etc.
Cheap as chips they were...well, in a fashion, for us that couldn't afford proper leather shoes.
Remember getting the base ball boots and trying them on, then lacing them up. You got up and ran like hell down the street shouting, " I can run dead fast in these."
You felt great for a week or so until they were basically wrecked.
Thew trouble was, they had to be really wrecked to death before another pair came on the scene.
I remember in the infants, I was singled out to become milk monitor for the wee in our class. The milk was put into the hall in crates. Little glass bottles of milk (quarts).
I would be told to go to the hall and bring back the bottles for the class. Not in the crate, but carrying a few at a time. Where was the health and safety. Hahaha.
Anyway, my milk monitor days lasted approximately 5 minutes because I decided to walk back with a couple of bottle whilst clanging them together. Clack clack clack.....SMASH.
The milk went all over the hall and I was jumped upon by the teachers, as well as this horrible bassad head mistress who all decided to make me look like the biggest criminal in infant school history, all because I was in a dream world skipping back to take the class milk in and made a mishap.
The next day (I shit you not) I was paraded in front of assembly. I was stood out as the guilty kid who had no thought for school property, or words to that effect. Now naturally I was crapping myself. I was basically surrounded by teachers and a school full of infants and made to say sorry.
I tried to say sorry but due to me having my fingers jammed in my mouth and a twisted foot facing the opposite way as to what it should have, due to nervousness, I was dragged about. I was shoved about and dragged from teacher to teacher, like a pack of bullies.
The headmistress was digging me (lightly) and shouting "GET YOUR FINGERS OUT OF YOUR MOUTH AND SAY SORRY."
It became such a traumatic scene that I flipped. I literally flipped and went into a screaming infant nutter spasm.
Eventually I was restrained by the brave teachers who took on this infant maniac. The same maniac who, 5 minutes earlier was a normal pleasant kid who came to school without a care.
My mother was called up to the school and told all about it. Did my mother have a pop at them for treating me like they did over something that was an accident?
No she didn't. She went at me and told me never to give reason for her to be brought up to the school, again.
Brilliant eh?
These days and for as long as I can remember; schools cannot bully or man handle kids in any way, unless it's one special teacher who is given authority from the top, kind of thing.
Anyway that was just the start of my school shenanigans, because things went downhill from there, which I'll add to as time goes on.
In the mean time, do any of you recall any good/ bad/ strange times from your childhood?
Can anyone remember when you used to beg for a new pair of baseball boots or sand shoes...you know those white one's that are actually back in fashion, as well as the old baseball boots, etc.
Cheap as chips they were...well, in a fashion, for us that couldn't afford proper leather shoes.
Remember getting the base ball boots and trying them on, then lacing them up. You got up and ran like hell down the street shouting, " I can run dead fast in these."
You felt great for a week or so until they were basically wrecked.
Thew trouble was, they had to be really wrecked to death before another pair came on the scene.
I remember in the infants, I was singled out to become milk monitor for the wee in our class. The milk was put into the hall in crates. Little glass bottles of milk (quarts).
I would be told to go to the hall and bring back the bottles for the class. Not in the crate, but carrying a few at a time. Where was the health and safety. Hahaha.
Anyway, my milk monitor days lasted approximately 5 minutes because I decided to walk back with a couple of bottle whilst clanging them together. Clack clack clack.....SMASH.
The milk went all over the hall and I was jumped upon by the teachers, as well as this horrible bassad head mistress who all decided to make me look like the biggest criminal in infant school history, all because I was in a dream world skipping back to take the class milk in and made a mishap.
The next day (I shit you not) I was paraded in front of assembly. I was stood out as the guilty kid who had no thought for school property, or words to that effect. Now naturally I was crapping myself. I was basically surrounded by teachers and a school full of infants and made to say sorry.
I tried to say sorry but due to me having my fingers jammed in my mouth and a twisted foot facing the opposite way as to what it should have, due to nervousness, I was dragged about. I was shoved about and dragged from teacher to teacher, like a pack of bullies.
The headmistress was digging me (lightly) and shouting "GET YOUR FINGERS OUT OF YOUR MOUTH AND SAY SORRY."
It became such a traumatic scene that I flipped. I literally flipped and went into a screaming infant nutter spasm.
Eventually I was restrained by the brave teachers who took on this infant maniac. The same maniac who, 5 minutes earlier was a normal pleasant kid who came to school without a care.
My mother was called up to the school and told all about it. Did my mother have a pop at them for treating me like they did over something that was an accident?
No she didn't. She went at me and told me never to give reason for her to be brought up to the school, again.
Brilliant eh?
These days and for as long as I can remember; schools cannot bully or man handle kids in any way, unless it's one special teacher who is given authority from the top, kind of thing.
Anyway that was just the start of my school shenanigans, because things went downhill from there, which I'll add to as time goes on.
In the mean time, do any of you recall any good/ bad/ strange times from your childhood?
