Lining up outside the armoury and each being handed a .22 Lee Enfield rifle to carry through the school, across the playground and onto the range.
Oh yes, I watched the documentary!
I'm having flashbacks to ear-twisting, hair-pulling teachers. There was one particularly creepy man who used to stand behind boys sat at their desks and massage their shoulders. I once saw him reach round and put his hands inside a boy's shirt and massage his chest!
Once, for whispering in class while the teacher was talking, I was made to stand in the corner of the classroom with one foot in a waste paper bin, tapping my chest with one hand and my head with the other, while calling out "I...AM...AN...APE"!
I had a few whiskers in my early teens, which caught the eye of one teacher. He made me stand in front of the class and rub my chin while he explained to them that, unlike their well-off parents, my working class parents were too poor to afford a razor. Perhaps they should have a collection for me?