After reading the article, I had flashbacks. Our teachers lobbed things from board rubbers to bits of wood. I do remember having the odd football thrown at me.

One teacher pushed a kid in the swimming pool.

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Green Man wrote:
After reading the article, I had flashbacks. Our teachers lobbed things from board rubbers to bits of wood. I do remember having the odd football thrown at me.

One teacher pushed a kid in the swimming pool.

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I had one who was a bloody good shot with a black board duster that could leave a bruise on your face.

And an hysterical English master who seemed to delight in the vicious caning of young boys by taking a run up to the whacking.

I have a slightly bent finger as a result. When I told my mother years later she said she would have stormed the class room if she'd known and given the teacher some of his own medicine.

I laughed when the teacher threw football and rugby balls at me. I used to say 'What am I supposed to do with these?' He know I hated spectator sports and he knew I hated him.

I didn't mind a bit of cross country but not the running. I loved to look at the nature. I liked watching the old steam trains rolling along the Emerald Isle. I got a telling off for that also. My arguement was that 'We are not in school now'.

I did get a punch in the arm a few times by a teacher, my parent's didn't believe me sadly.

However one teacher picked me up by the shoulders and stared deep in to my soul. My parents went mad. I still don't get the point of schools, I can only guess that parents can have quickies during the day without interuptions.

Yesterday, I was asked again by a another young lad if I needed a driver's mate. If I could afford it I love to hire one.

I can't believe how many people go to school for years and college to get a fancy degree but still can't find a job afterwards.