ColinJ
Puzzle game procrastinator!
- Location
- Todmorden - Yorks/Lancs border
And the frame number on the bike that I had stolen from school 53 years ago - 4867715!
It’s a different world now.
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Archie_tect
De Skieven Architek... aka Penfold + Horace
- Location
- Northumberland
One Chemistry teacher liked little boys and gave out pennies, for correct answers, which he kept in the store cupboard. He also made 'lemonade' using very diluted nitric acid, cut chunks off lumps of phosphorus, which he kept in jars of oil, with a penknife, and then left them on his desk. Similarly he regularly chucked bits of sodium into a sink filled with water.
In Physics one boy regularly crossed the terminals on a lab pack which blew it up and fused the whole floor.
In Physics one boy regularly crossed the terminals on a lab pack which blew it up and fused the whole floor.
swee'pea99
Legendary Member
"You've let the school down, you've let your classmates down, but worst of all..."
Archie_tect
De Skieven Architek... aka Penfold + Horace
- Location
- Northumberland
Ah yes, inflated egos...
ColinJ
Puzzle game procrastinator!
- Location
- Todmorden - Yorks/Lancs border
"... once again, none of the premium bonds that granny and grandad bought you won prizes!"
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Drago
Legendary Member
- Location
- Suburban Poshshire
Mind you, I moan aboutnit but I gave as good as I got.
My favourite wheeze was the experiment to make hydrogen and capture it in an inverted ice cream tub. Suffice to say mine mysteriously caught fire and went off like a mortar!
In one environmental studies lesson I pushed the teacher - sorry Mr Tilley - into a ditch. No one would own up so the whole class got a detention...which the whole class then failed to turn up to.
My favourite wheeze was the experiment to make hydrogen and capture it in an inverted ice cream tub. Suffice to say mine mysteriously caught fire and went off like a mortar!
In one environmental studies lesson I pushed the teacher - sorry Mr Tilley - into a ditch. No one would own up so the whole class got a detention...which the whole class then failed to turn up to.
Ming the Merciless
There is no mercy
- Location
- Inside my skull
Pouring sulphuric acid on your mates exercise book and watching it burn a hole right through.
VelvetUnderpants
Über Member
At my secondary school, some teachers had a veritable arsenal of weapons to punish us with. Mr Sanson our chemistry teacher used to choose between a wicket stump or a piece of 3x2 wood.
Mr Hilsborough's favourite weapon of choice was a telescopic car ariel, with which he would make you hold out your hand and whip you with it.
Mr Grimley our Headmaster insisted that no children were allowed in the school buildings at break and after eating your dinner, even in mid-winter and a foot of snow, unless you joined his dinner break chess club. Needless to say, we had the best team in the East Midlands.
When our year started in 79 I remember our humanities teacher asking my Asian friends had they eaten their kitty cat for breakfast. At the time, I didn't understand what he meant, and my mates would grin and bear it. Thankfully, such remarks would mean the end of a career.
If you "accidentally" forgot your PE kit, Mr Monk would provide you with a pair of manky plimsoles, vest and Stanley Matthews shorts and make you run around the playing fields, which was a liability when it was muddy, thats before trying to play football in plimmies.
Oh, we had Rolf Harris visit our school and paint us a picture, but I am pretty sure he didn't show us his didgeridoo, I am pretty sure that would not happen nowadays.
Mr Hilsborough's favourite weapon of choice was a telescopic car ariel, with which he would make you hold out your hand and whip you with it.
Mr Grimley our Headmaster insisted that no children were allowed in the school buildings at break and after eating your dinner, even in mid-winter and a foot of snow, unless you joined his dinner break chess club. Needless to say, we had the best team in the East Midlands.
When our year started in 79 I remember our humanities teacher asking my Asian friends had they eaten their kitty cat for breakfast. At the time, I didn't understand what he meant, and my mates would grin and bear it. Thankfully, such remarks would mean the end of a career.
If you "accidentally" forgot your PE kit, Mr Monk would provide you with a pair of manky plimsoles, vest and Stanley Matthews shorts and make you run around the playing fields, which was a liability when it was muddy, thats before trying to play football in plimmies.
Oh, we had Rolf Harris visit our school and paint us a picture, but I am pretty sure he didn't show us his didgeridoo, I am pretty sure that would not happen nowadays.
Pale Rider
Legendary Member
My grammar school headteacher would occasionally shout at lunchtime: "Some boys are using their pushers incorrectly."
A pusher, for those who might not know, is a child safe alternative to a fork.
We didn't have pushers, we had forks, so the remarks made little sense.
Best explanation is the head was regularly the worse for wear.
https://www.cooksinfo.com/food-pushers
A pusher, for those who might not know, is a child safe alternative to a fork.
We didn't have pushers, we had forks, so the remarks made little sense.
Best explanation is the head was regularly the worse for wear.
https://www.cooksinfo.com/food-pushers
youngoldbloke
The older I get, the faster I used to be ...
Headmaster's comment on my annual report "His hairstyle is symptomatic of his difficulties".
(I treasured that report for many years - this was the early sixties when long hair was seen as a symbol of rebellion).
(I treasured that report for many years - this was the early sixties when long hair was seen as a symbol of rebellion).
Joey Shabadoo
My pronouns are "He", "Him" and "buggerlugs"
We had a woodwork teacher (Danny Dunn) who used to ask if anyone wanted their fortune told. Anyone gullible enough to say yes, got their palm red.
He was probably the most skilled exponent of using the tawse at my school. He would demonstrate his technique by putting a penny on the edge of a workbench then burying it into the wood with one stroke. "It's all in the wrist boys, it's all in the wrist. That's advice you'll take to your graves".
He belted me a couple of times and yes, it really did hurt like hell.
He was probably the most skilled exponent of using the tawse at my school. He would demonstrate his technique by putting a penny on the edge of a workbench then burying it into the wood with one stroke. "It's all in the wrist boys, it's all in the wrist. That's advice you'll take to your graves".
He belted me a couple of times and yes, it really did hurt like hell.
Ming the Merciless
There is no mercy
- Location
- Inside my skull
I remember at one time there was scaffolding outside the school. The school was three stories high. In RE wed take it in turns to sneak out the window , hide on the scaffolding and bang on the window when the teacher wasn’t looking.
oldwheels
Legendary Member
- Location
- Isle of Mull
My wife had one of the best headmasters who was totally supportive of his staff. The result was that the staff never complained or reported that he frequently staggered about a bit. He once came into her class to conduct some singing which he did while standing on a desk with a half bottle clearly visible in his jacket pocket.
oldwheels
Legendary Member
- Location
- Isle of Mull
We sometimes pinched the ingredients for hydrogen sulphide gas which we then placed in the main ventilation system.
Rotten Egg gas for those who were not into chemistry. Stank.😄
Rotten Egg gas for those who were not into chemistry. Stank.😄
Chris S
Legendary Member
- Location
- Birmingham
We used to have chemistry prat-ticals. They stopped when somebody 'accidentally' knocked over a bottle of bromide and choked half the glass.
