Does anybody remember funny incidents from their school days ? I know I experienced one or two !
I was lucky enough to pass my 11 plus exam and qualify to go to the local grammar school. At this school they had quite a few specialised laboratories - Biology laboratory, chemistry laboratory, the woodwork room and the domestic science (cookery and needlework etc.) room. All these labs. were on the ground floor of one side of the school building. Actually on the side where all the laboratories were there was no 'upper' floor - all rooms were at ground level. Half way along this line of rooms was a double doorway to the outside world and in the ceiling of this double doorway was an access hatchway into the attic area which ran the length of the wing.
The girls of our particular class were attending a 'double' lesson of Domestic Science in the DS Laboratory at one end of the long school building wing, and on this day it was sewing. The boys were doing woodwork in the woodwork room at the other end of the same wing. I suppose the length of this wing was around 100 metres.
We were very busy doing our sewing, if I remember rightly we were each making a blouse for ourselves. I'm afraid I was not too interested in sewing so I was not one of the quickest progressing with the garment, and yes it was a bit of a struggle for me although when I did eventually finish my blouse a few weeks later on, it turned out to be the only garment I ever sewed that was actually wearable !!!
Part way through the lesson there was an almighty crack and the ceiling plaster board in the middle of the room came crashing down amongst some of the girls ! :yh_ooooo When the dust had settled a little, we were able to see one leg dangling through a hole ! The teacher quickly made sure that everybody was alright and moved them well away from under the hole, (the leg had quickly disappeared from the now gaping hole) then she dashed from the room telling everybody to stay quietly sitting down till she came back.
Apparently she had run down the corridor alerting other teaching staff in the other laboratories as she went, and they arrived at the ceiling hatchway in time to see 6 or 7 boys from my year scrambling down a long ladder ! Banged to rights !
The following morning at the school morning assembly, those 6 or 7 boys were instructed to stand on the stage in the big hall, right in front of all the teaching staff and were berated in front of the whole school by the headmaster. They were threatened with expulsion should any of them have to come before him like that again, and in the mean time they received 4 days suspension. After the school assembly was over, each of those boys received 6 beats of the cane (permitted in those days). The 'leader' of that particular gang of boys was a vicar's son ! :wah:
Not sure who paid for the repairs to the ceiling though.
Apparently all the way down the middle of the attic area in that wing was a walkway of planks, but it seems that one of the boys missed his footing and, trying to stop himself falling over, he put a foot on the plasterboard between cross beams of 2" x 2" and of course the plasterboard gave way under the point loading of a foot landing with a fair bit of weight behind it ! The boy was not hurt really, just a graze where he had scraped his leg on the edges of the broken plasterboard, and of course he was rather embarrassed ! :yh_rotfl
It happened at school !
It happened at school !
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It happened at school !
When I was in elementary school, one day they were doing "show and tell". A boy was describing his weekend visit to his grandfather's rural property where they were removing some large tree trunks. He pulled a few samples from his bag and handed them out to the first person in each row of desks. The students would look over his samples and then pass them to the person behind them.
The teacher was busy doing some sort of paperwork and it took her a moment to realize that the samples being passed around in the class were sticks of dynamite. After a moment of panic, she calmly walked around and collected all the dynamite and escorted the boy to the principal's office.
Can you imagine how that would be handled differently today? :-3
The boy's parents were called to come get him and according to him, the dynamite was given to the parents to take home. He was suspended for a couple of days.
The teacher was busy doing some sort of paperwork and it took her a moment to realize that the samples being passed around in the class were sticks of dynamite. After a moment of panic, she calmly walked around and collected all the dynamite and escorted the boy to the principal's office.
Can you imagine how that would be handled differently today? :-3
The boy's parents were called to come get him and according to him, the dynamite was given to the parents to take home. He was suspended for a couple of days.
It happened at school !
It was my first day at Secondary School & my mate & I were totally lost. Neither of us had any idea where we were meant to go. Then the Deputy Head, who was a notorious sadistic SoB, appeared & promptly told us to go & get the stick for not being in class. Being the total innocents that we were, we assumed this elderly gentleman was having problems walking & spent the next hour or so hunting everywhere trying to find his walking stick (which we never did find).
It happened at school !
Wandrin;1466864 wrote: When I was in elementary school, one day they were doing "show and tell". A boy was describing his weekend visit to his grandfather's rural property where they were removing some large tree trunks. He pulled a few samples from his bag and handed them out to the first person in each row of desks. The students would look over his samples and then pass them to the person behind them.
The teacher was busy doing some sort of paperwork and it took her a moment to realize that the samples being passed around in the class were sticks of dynamite. After a moment of panic, she calmly walked around and collected all the dynamite and escorted the boy to the principal's office.
Can you imagine how that would be handled differently today? :-3
The boy's parents were called to come get him and according to him, the dynamite was given to the parents to take home. He was suspended for a couple of days.
If it was in the UK, these days, the dynamite would have been placed in a bucket of sand, the school evacuated immediately and the bomb squad called out ! Not necessarily in that order mind ! :-3 The whole episode would be reported on TV (probably nationally ) and radio, and graphic descriptions would no doubt be published in the press (both local and national ), and the 'gutter press' would no doubt have a terrorist slant to the whole affair ! I'm pretty certain, as well, that the whole family (including his grandfather) would have been arrested and taken to a high security police station under armed police guard, and questioned for hours ! :-3
The teacher was busy doing some sort of paperwork and it took her a moment to realize that the samples being passed around in the class were sticks of dynamite. After a moment of panic, she calmly walked around and collected all the dynamite and escorted the boy to the principal's office.
Can you imagine how that would be handled differently today? :-3
The boy's parents were called to come get him and according to him, the dynamite was given to the parents to take home. He was suspended for a couple of days.
If it was in the UK, these days, the dynamite would have been placed in a bucket of sand, the school evacuated immediately and the bomb squad called out ! Not necessarily in that order mind ! :-3 The whole episode would be reported on TV (probably nationally ) and radio, and graphic descriptions would no doubt be published in the press (both local and national ), and the 'gutter press' would no doubt have a terrorist slant to the whole affair ! I'm pretty certain, as well, that the whole family (including his grandfather) would have been arrested and taken to a high security police station under armed police guard, and questioned for hours ! :-3
I'm a Saga-lout, growing old disgracefully