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@booboo That's not you is it Alan?
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@Catogrande no. Just love the name.
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I was never strapped at primary school but at high school the cane was pretty liberally applied. I got caned first day of the 3rd form. Some 4th formers picked me up and hung me on a coathook. The deputy head, Zack Smith, decided I was skylarking and deserved to be beaten. I was 11 when I started high school and looked it. Sadist.
It was 1973 when I started, and it was a Boys' High, so most of the senior staff were WWII veterans who had a different idea about discipline to nowadays. We weren't allowed long hair until the later that year and had to wear black lace-up shoes. That same deputy head told a meeting of parents that offering sandals was unnecessary and shoes were fine, after all he had worn them in the jungles of Burma. My Mum stood and told him that if if he was so comfortable with harsh conditions he wouldn't mind washing the disgustingly smelly socks throughout summer. People didn't piss about with my Mum. We were allowed roman sandals the next month so what we gained in comfort we gave away in style.
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The strap was still a thing when I was at primary school, but I recall it being more of a threat than a punishment. One teacher I had (crusty, screechy bitch who had an extensive wardrobe and wore different coloured pantyhose each day, like yellow/green/blue etc) regularly wielded one of those skinny wooden rulers on boys knuckles though.
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@JC yeah I didnt mind the cane, especially as an alternative to after-school detention.
Assume you mean WBHS? Didnt change greatly when I arrived, but did change alot between when I started and left in '92.
Did you know the Harveys?
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Never got the csane or strap, was on its way out as I came in, plus I was a model student
Same. It was at my primary school but I never was naughty enough. I remember that if someone did get it, it was a huge deal around the playground! Only remember it being used once or twice a year
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all the 'sanctioned' canings at WBHS were in the corridor on the 1st floor outside the entrance to the staff room, my Economics class was straight above, when you knew someone was going in for it, everyone was silent to hear it...
We had a couple of teachers who were not allowed to cane kids (one was an A-Grade Squash player) and 90% of the 'sanctioned' canings were administered by 1 teacher
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@taniwharugby said in Aging:
@JC yeah I didnt mind the cane, especially as an alternative to after-school detention.
Assume you mean WBHS? Didnt change greatly when I arrived, but did change alot between when I started and left in '92.
Did you know the Harveys?
Tony? I think he was in my little brother's year.
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@taniwharugby said in Aging:
all the 'sanctioned' canings at WBHS were in the corridor on the 1st floor outside the entrance to the staff room, my Economics class was straight above, when you knew someone was going in for it, everyone was silent to hear it...
We had a couple of teachers who were not allowed to cane kids (one was an A-Grade Squash player) and 90% of the 'sanctioned' canings were administered by 1 teacher
In my day they (sanctioned ones) were in the 'quiet workroom" which was on the bridge between the staffroom and the hall. We used to be able to look down into it from one of my classes in the 4th form, so if someone from our class was getting it we ere all crowded around the windows. We had one teacher (nicknamed Cattle Tick) who used to cane boys with their heads under the chalk ledge so they bashed their head if they reacted. Another (Bushwhacker) used to cane boys with their arses in the corridor but heads sticking through the doorway for the entertainment of the other students. They always had to be witnessed but he just used to grab a prefect and that would do.
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Yep, she won a trophy. So did a couple of her friends who are talented.
And the other little fuckwits just bobbed around like demented squirrels on speed.
The only highlights were a couple of her instructors - in their early 20s - doing a bit of wiggling themselves.
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the conversation between @Snowy and @booboo in the cricket thread reminded me.
I travelled with a work colleague yesterday. A good few years younger than me. Arranged to meet at the lounge.
He was unaware that you didn't need to print your boarding pass, amazed that the Air NZ app would recognise you were at the airport ad ask if you wanted your normal coffee, couldn't get his hot spot to work and didn't know you didn't have to go into the settings menu to change things, wished he had brought his kindle with him and didn't realise you can read kindle e-books on other devices, was complaining that he couldn't work out how to play his CD's on his new car and all he could find for music was spotify "WTF is that" and when I tried to explain and show him how connected the world is nowadays by letting him switch on my home lights camera's etc he didn't believe it was happening "you're shitting me!!"
How do these people survive? He has a senior executive position and is clearly no dummy but it seems his ability to process technological change has atrophied.
More worryingly how long before I find myself unable to understand the most mundane tech improvements. Seriously I think this guy would have been less surprised if we had caught a pterodactyl to palmie than he was at your phone knowing your coffee preferences.
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@MajorRage Totally get where you are coming from. In my defence I have responsibility for nine locations in NZ and have successfully avoided Palmie for almost a decade. We are in a serious contract dispute so I took my punishment like a man.
I was there less than 12 hours so shouldn't have contracted anything?
