The
car park light.
In the 1950's & 60's schools considered the pupils
to be ambassadors for their schools, even off the premises and out of
school hours. Near our school was a public house and it had
illuminated lights at the entrance & exit to it's car park. Over
a weekend one of the lights got smashed and a neighbour recognised
some of the boys responsible but, instead of telling their parents
they informed the school.
Monday morning assembly saw the boys punished, and the
school paid for the damage and claimed the money from the boys'
parents. This wouldn't happen now of course.
The
Woodwork teacher.
The woodwork teacher always seemed to be in a bad mood
and very aggressive. He kept small (and not so small) off cuts of
wood lined up along his desk to throw at misbehaving pupils in class,
for talking, laughing or just day dreaming. The bits of wood often
hit the wrong pupil.
On one occasion a pupil was called out to the front and
was about to get the cane but, to our shock and amazement the boy
said NO, I WONT. The teacher went purple, we thought he was about to
have a heart attack! Again he ordered the boy to hold out his hand
for the cane but he said “my dad says if any teacher tries to cane
you, you're to refuse and refer them to me”. The teacher marched
the boy off to the head master, who sent the boy home.
The boys father was a managing director of a well know
company in town. The next day the boy returned with a letter from
the company solicitor stating what would happen if he wasn't allowed
back or if any other attempt was made to cane him in the future.
That boy never had woodwork lessons again, but had extra
English & Maths lessons instead.
It must have stood him in good stead however as, after
leaving the secondary modern school he went on to train as, and
successfully become a teacher. His first post as a teacher was,
would you believe, the secondary modern school we had all attended,
and the woodwork teacher was still there. I would have loved to have
been a fly on the wall of the staff room!
“The
Cricket Match”
You may recall I said the geography teacher ran a school
cricket team, it was an out of hours affair and the team would play
against other school teams at weekends. Well some wag dreamed up the
idea of the pupils cricket team challenging a team made up of
teachers and to everyone's surprise, the challenge was accepted. It
took place just before the school broke up for the six week summer
break, out of hours one evening, and it drew quite a good crowd.
I've never seen so many “bouncers” or generally aggressive
bowling by by the pupils team. It was all over in less than an hour.
At the next morning assembly the head master announced
the result and congratulated the boys cricket team on their win and,
surprisingly, he had a slight smile when doing so and I'm certain he
had to assert plenty of control to prevent himself from laughing out
loud.
“Five
a side Football tournament”
Although I was very bad at football and had very little
interest in it, a view I hold to this day, the annual 5 a side
football tournament was always something I looked forward. It was a
knockout competition and took most of the day to complete and was
held in normal school hours, so we got off lessons.
School
leaving day!
The day I had looked forward to for so long finally
arrived, leaving day!
I left school still aged 14 as my 15th
birthday was during the Christmas school holidays before school
opened again in the New Year. It was one of the best days of my
life, up to that point, but not everyone enjoyed it.
At the end of each term we pupils would go to the metal
work and woodwork classes to collect our finished pieces of work to
take home. At the woodwork classroom the teacher began handing our
work out and when he got to one pupils' piece he held it back saying
“are you seriously going to take this home”? It was a pencil
case and to be honest, was pretty awful. The boy said yes he was,
very proudly. Then the woodwork teacher told the boy “it needs a
bit of an adjustment” and put the pencil case into a vice, slowly
turned the handle and reduced it to matchwood! After putting the
bits in a bag he handed it to the distraught boy saying “maybe you
now wish you'd paid a bit more attention in class when making this”.
The boy, to his credit, never flinched but accepted the bag, thanked
the teacher and took it home!
A
final footnote.
After leaving school I had a job in the building trade
but then became a telephone engineer working for British Telecom, a
job I held up to my retirement. On several occasions I had telephone
work to do at my old school and on one occasion I came face to face
with the teacher that had punished me more than any other, the strict
games teacher. He recognised me, but now I was an adult and he treat
me as an equal, he asked me if I had enjoyed my time there. I just
couldn't bring myself to tell him the truth, something I've regretted
bitterly.
On another job at my old school I was accompanied by a
much younger colleague who had also been at the school. We were
doing work in the head masters study, not the one I remembered, he
had retired long ago, but this head had been there while my colleague
was a pupil.
The head master was chiding a boy for not working hard
enough and told him that if he didn't do well at his forthcoming
exams he might end up with a lowly job, like these two telephone
engineers. In a flash, my colleague said “but if you fail to pass
your exams, you can always become a teacher”!
I wanted the ground to open up but the head master
obviously remembered my colleague from school and answered “you
always were a gobby so and so” and just laughed.
These have been my recollections of an unhappy period
of my life at school, today's pupils have a much better, easy going
time and to quote Monty Python, if you were to tell them now, how
things were then, “they wouldn't believe you”