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Teachers revenge - The class photo
When you announce to your teacher at the moment she is starting to position you for the class photo that you need to visit the lavatory, expect some form of revenge after the accident.
Where originally it might have been intended to have a row of eight boys at the front row and a second row of ten girls, a rather uneven second row of ten girls and one boy is the final result.
The accident has been made more evident after the boy has been made to keep the hands by the side by the teacher, rather than to fold them like the other boys, thus bringing the attention of the problem to all parents and friends who later see the photograph.
Showing up a child was always a more lasting punishment than a quick hit with the plimsoll or cane.
Some of the teachers at a junior school I was at, would forbid many of us from the Children's Home to leave a classroom in the middle of a lesson if we needed a pee.
Often short of money, a few would use these unsupervised moments to search other children's coats for money or sweets (as they were not allowed in the classroom, so they were left in coat pockets), if no actual need for a pee had been there, ten minutes alone could bring good pickings.
To be fair it was not just the kids that were from the Children's Home that had this rule, but also a couple of other boys who might also might not be trusted were also included in the ban of leaving the classroom during a lesson.
Those of us who suffered this lack of trust, tried to make sure that all our breaks were used for visits to the lavatory, both at the start and at the end of our play times.
Once we knew that asking certain teachers if we could leave the room resulted in the NO answer, we didn't bother asking and tried to hold on to the end of the lesson.
Whilst other children might tease us a little when we did wet ourselves, it was mild compared to the reception we would receive when returned to the Home.
At the end of the day and returning to the Home, there was no point in trying to hide the matter from Sister, it would only get you into more trouble. There was no punishment, just the comment that it might be best if you wore waterproof pants to school to stop the matter happening, and then going to school in them until she decided otherwise was not too much of a problem.
More mild teasing from our friends, but you dare not take them off and hide them, had they become lost the punishment for loosing them would be unthinkable. Eventually the teasing would end. The worst time to be in them was when it came to change for PE or games.
You became happy that the teacher could no longer torture you in class, with the problem of wet stains on your shorts, and a puddle under your chair. The fear of needing to visit the toilet vanished, you had no worries that you might need to go. Wearing waterproofs for many became an everyday event in primary school and there were only a few accidents.
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Those of us from the Children's Home were always short of money, a dare from friends if they promised to put in a penny each for you to do something daft, often ended with the slipper when you were found out if the dare had not been too stupid.
Getting in around 1/- (that would buy a very large bar of chocolate or two Mars bars) from your group of friends was a decent amount of money, it made up for the pain. Fail to complete the dare meant you had to give your friends the penny each instead.
When the stakes were higher, you needed friends to put in 3d each if it would probably end in the cane for your deed if you were caught. 2/6 - 3/- for a dare was always worth the risk.
Holding a lighted banger in your hand, removing the teachers lesson from the blackboard when it was clearly marked DO NOT REMOVE, and making a puddle on the Headmasters carpet, were among the higher dares.
If you were to be seen by the headmaster at morning break. You were first made to drink your one third of a pint milk, then taken straight to see the headmaster due your latest bit of bad behaviour, waiting outside his office until he was ready to see you, and not allowed to a pay a visit to the toilet until you had been seen. I never did make a puddle in his office, other friends did out of fear or for a dare. Due to a long wait outside his office, my shorts and the door mat did suffer.
Teachers revenge - The class photo
When you announce to your teacher at the moment she is starting to position you for the class photo that you need to visit the lavatory, expect some form of revenge after the accident.
Where originally it might have been intended to have a row of eight boys at the front row and a second row of ten girls, a rather uneven second row of ten girls and one boy is the final result.
The accident has been made more evident after the boy has been made to keep the hands by the side by the teacher, rather than to fold them like the other boys, thus bringing the attention of the problem to all parents and friends who later see the photograph.
Showing up a child was always a more lasting punishment than a quick hit with the plimsoll or cane.
Some of the teachers at a junior school I was at, would forbid many of us from the Children's Home to leave a classroom in the middle of a lesson if we needed a pee.
Often short of money, a few would use these unsupervised moments to search other children's coats for money or sweets (as they were not allowed in the classroom, so they were left in coat pockets), if no actual need for a pee had been there, ten minutes alone could bring good pickings.
To be fair it was not just the kids that were from the Children's Home that had this rule, but also a couple of other boys who might also might not be trusted were also included in the ban of leaving the classroom during a lesson.
Those of us who suffered this lack of trust, tried to make sure that all our breaks were used for visits to the lavatory, both at the start and at the end of our play times.
Once we knew that asking certain teachers if we could leave the room resulted in the NO answer, we didn't bother asking and tried to hold on to the end of the lesson.
Whilst other children might tease us a little when we did wet ourselves, it was mild compared to the reception we would receive when returned to the Home.
At the end of the day and returning to the Home, there was no point in trying to hide the matter from Sister, it would only get you into more trouble. There was no punishment, just the comment that it might be best if you wore waterproof pants to school to stop the matter happening, and then going to school in them until she decided otherwise was not too much of a problem.
More mild teasing from our friends, but you dare not take them off and hide them, had they become lost the punishment for loosing them would be unthinkable. Eventually the teasing would end. The worst time to be in them was when it came to change for PE or games.
You became happy that the teacher could no longer torture you in class, with the problem of wet stains on your shorts, and a puddle under your chair. The fear of needing to visit the toilet vanished, you had no worries that you might need to go. Wearing waterproofs for many became an everyday event in primary school and there were only a few accidents.
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Those of us from the Children's Home were always short of money, a dare from friends if they promised to put in a penny each for you to do something daft, often ended with the slipper when you were found out if the dare had not been too stupid.
Getting in around 1/- (that would buy a very large bar of chocolate or two Mars bars) from your group of friends was a decent amount of money, it made up for the pain. Fail to complete the dare meant you had to give your friends the penny each instead.
When the stakes were higher, you needed friends to put in 3d each if it would probably end in the cane for your deed if you were caught. 2/6 - 3/- for a dare was always worth the risk.
Holding a lighted banger in your hand, removing the teachers lesson from the blackboard when it was clearly marked DO NOT REMOVE, and making a puddle on the Headmasters carpet, were among the higher dares.
If you were to be seen by the headmaster at morning break. You were first made to drink your one third of a pint milk, then taken straight to see the headmaster due your latest bit of bad behaviour, waiting outside his office until he was ready to see you, and not allowed to a pay a visit to the toilet until you had been seen. I never did make a puddle in his office, other friends did out of fear or for a dare. Due to a long wait outside his office, my shorts and the door mat did suffer.