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Glory, glory alleluia
My teacher hit me with a ruler
I hid behind the door with my magnum 44
now my teacher don't teach no more
Some of the guys used to run around and pinch the nipples of the girls. They used to make fun of the flat chested girls, told them they were on the ITBC (itty bitty tittie committee). They used to say things like when you have a baby it will starve.
I do firmly oppose corporal punishment, since I feel it is hypocritical. However, if I had to choose between minor corporal punishment vs disqualification from honors and AP classes, I would have taken the corporal punishment.
What if a paddling vs. detention were equal in terms of knock-on effects for too many (i.e., disqualification from honor roll) so the only difference was the attributes of each punishment itself -- short and sharp vs. long and drawn out? Which would you prefer in that case?
Glory, glory alleluia
My teacher hit me with a ruler
I hid behind the door with my magnum 44
now my teacher don't teach no more
Some of the guys used to run around and pinch the nipples of the girls. They used to make fun of the flat chested girls, told them they were on the ITBC (itty bitty tittie committee). They used to say things like when you have a baby it will starve.
The version I grew up with was:
Glory glory hallelujah
The teacher hit me with a ruler
The ruler turned red and the school dropped dead
And that was the end of school
That was proceeded by:
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
We have tortured every teacher
We have broken every rule
We will hang the principal tomorrow afternoon
His truth is marching on....
I was an idiot in high school, up until my senior year when I realized I had to get serious to get into college but, the first three years, pretty much got high every day at lunch, hooked school on any warm sunny day. Remember hitchhiking with school books in one hand and a fishing rod in another. An unmarked cop car pulled over = got suspended for that. And, I had a good friend who thought it would be interesting to bring dynamite to school. We found it in an abandoned quarry. You would think he would have been expelled for that but, nope, different times. After the bomb squad removed the dynamite I "think" he got a few days suspension. Don't even recall it making the local news. But that was in the 70s. My how times have changed. Funny, in high school I hooked on a weekly basis. In 40 years of working, I feel guilty as hell if I am legitimately sick and take a sick day! Kids today have more sense and/or better parenting.
What if a paddling vs. detention were equal in terms of knock-on effects for too many (i.e., disqualification from honor roll) so the only difference was the attributes of each punishment itself -- short and sharp vs. long and drawn out? Which would you prefer in that case?
There are still too many variables. How long is the detention or suspension? What would I miss during the time? Who does the paddling? How hard? Is it somebody who hates me and would go extra hard? I read about a girl who was paddled by a female assistant principal who was a martial arts expert, and caused her permanent injury.
There are still too many variables. How long is the detention or suspension? What would I miss during the time? Who does the paddling? How hard? Is it somebody who hates me and would go extra hard? I read about a girl who was paddled by a female assistant principal who was a martial arts expert, and caused her permanent injury.
I'm not a big fan of paddling. There seems to be a lot of potential for abuse with it.
I walked around singing a song I thought was Eric Clapton's, turned out to be Bob Marley's, "I Shot the Sheriff." When I was younger I sang "I Fought the Law and the Law Won."
In Social Studies, my teacher asked for examples of animals the Europeans introduced to the New World. After the obvious examples like horses, pheasants, pigs, etc. I said "rats." The teacher threatened me with "academic pains" and my parents were called. With little time left on the school year my father talked them out of more drastic punishment.
Freshman Year High School - June 1972
I went to high school in one of the toniest, most affluent communities in the U.S. During 9th grade, a kid named Charlie chased me down two flights of stairs and through much of the school, whirling a bicycle chain. I wound up being able to hold a set of doors against him. When authorities finally arrived, Charlie told them that I had just bitten a dog outside the school's front door. My parents were "recommended" to find a private school for me. My mother favored this approach, my father not as much. Needless to say, Charlie was not disciplined.
During the summer I indicated that I would not cooperate in the process of relocating to a private school given the obvious injustice. That was why it was a "near-miss" and not an expulsion.
Sophomore Year College - April 1977
I had a severe cough lasting two months, and overmedicated myself with prescription Tylenol mixed with Codeine. That is a depressant. I was apparently flunking my language requirement. Coming back to my hometown after flunking an Ivy League school was not an option. I was walking back and forth on a bridge over a high gorge. The campus safety officer asked if everything was alright. I said "not really." When I got back to my dorm I was escorted to the infirmary and my parents called to pick me up. After being seen by a psychiatrist the school reluctantly allowed me to return. One of my friends, 14 years later the best man at my wedding, arranged for me to sleep on the billiard-room floor while I made other housing arrangements in another dorm.
In Social Studies, my teacher asked for examples of animals the Europeans introduced to the New World. After the obvious examples like horses, pheasants, pigs, etc. I said "rats." The teacher threatened me with "academic pains" and my parents were called. With little time left on the school year my father talked them out of more drastic punishment.
Freshman Year High School - June 1972
I went to high school in one of the toniest, most affluent communities in the U.S. During 9th grade, a kid named Charlie chased me down two flights of stairs and through much of the school, whirling a bicycle chain. I wound up being able to hold a set of doors against him. When authorities finally arrived, Charlie told them that I had just bitten a dog outside the school's front door. My parents were "recommended" to find a private school for me. My mother favored this approach, my father not as much. Needless to say, Charlie was not disciplined.
During the summer I indicated that I would not cooperate in the process of relocating to a private school given the obvious injustice. That was why it was a "near-miss" and not an expulsion.
Sophomore Year College - April 1977
I had a severe cough lasting two months, and overmedicated myself with prescription Tylenol mixed with Codeine. That is a depressant. I was apparently flunking my language requirement. Coming back to my hometown after flunking an Ivy League school was not an option. I was walking back and forth on a bridge over a high gorge. The campus safety officer asked if everything was alright. I said "not really." When I got back to my dorm I was escorted to the infirmary and my parents called to pick me up. After being seen by a psychiatrist the school reluctantly allowed me to return. One of my friends, 14 years later the best man at my wedding, arranged for me to sleep on the billiard-room floor while I made other housing arrangements in another dorm.
Rats?! That's pretty funny. I'm surprised the teacher took such offense. Most of my teachers would probably have laughed it off, and maybe found it if it was actually true. Seems like overkill on the teacher's part.
You've talked about the Charlie incident before. I have no doubt that the school knew that Charlie was a problem, but they probably had no way to deal with him effectively. That is the problem with making the bar for expulsion so high.
The college incident is pretty scary. I'm glad that one worked out OK.
My incidents were mostly pretty harmless or funny. I had a couple of teachers who were a little crazy and it could be fun to push their buttons sometimes. With one, we went to far, and he drilled me (among some others) with repeated detentions for a few weeks. During that period, I was in detention constantly and kind of got used to it. Another teacher flipped out one day over something and started screaming at the whole class, and I started laughing and couldn't stop. He became enraged and threw me out of class. It was last period and my locker was in the other wing, so I had to get across the school without getting caught to get my stuff and go home early. Instead, I ran into the dean and, long story short, ended up going home really late the next two days instead of cutting out early as I hoped after I got kicked out of class. The most fun was senior year, cutting out of last period to go boozing. I only did it a few times, since my school was strict and there were always penalties for that. I was never able to get away with it.
Rats?! That's pretty funny. I'm surprised the teacher took such offense. Most of my teachers would probably have laughed it off, and maybe found it if it was actually true. Seems like overkill on the teacher's part.
That teacher was multiply divorced and an impossible person. Very bitter.
[quote=dazzleman;51370754]You've talked about the Charlie incident before. I have no doubt that the school knew that Charlie was a problem, but they probably had no way to deal with him effectively. That is the problem with making the bar for expulsion so high.[/qutoe]I found out at the 2015 reunion that he died in 2012. I learned later it was drug abuse.
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The college incident is pretty scary. I'm glad that one worked out OK.
That's why I am very reluctant to take medications other than low-dose aspirin for stroke prevention, or when I am really sick. When I had my hernia operation in 1986 I again had a Tylenol-Codeine mix. The problem then wasn't depression; it was severe constipation. Unless its antibiotics for a diagnosed illness (about three times in the last 15 years, including a sty) or really extreme pain (only happened for a couple of days in 2002) I try hard to avoid medication. I am not a fanatic; I just think they are more trouble than they are worth, and inevitably cut my clarity of thought and functioning.
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Another teacher flipped out one day over something and started screaming at the whole class, and I started laughing and couldn't stop. He became enraged and threw me out of class. It was last period and my locker was in the other wing, so I had to get across the school without getting caught to get my stuff and go home early. Instead, I ran into the dean and, long story short, ended up going home really late the next two days instead of cutting out early as I hoped after I got kicked out of class. The most fun was senior year, cutting out of last period to go boozing. I only did it a few times, since my school was strict and there were always penalties for that. I was never able to get away with it.
