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Just got back from taking eldest granddaughter(15) and friend to Cardiff to see their favourite group One Direction. OH and I found a chinese buffet where we stuffed ourselves silly.
Never seen so many hysterical teenage girls in all my life. Our girls were laughing and crying at the same time, both lost their voices. I had to smile at some of the stuff they were coming out with. They are convinced their favourite looked at them and now he knows they exist they can die happy!
Oh to be young again.
Never seen so many hysterical teenage girls in all my life. Our girls were laughing and crying at the same time, both lost their voices. I had to smile at some of the stuff they were coming out with. They are convinced their favourite looked at them and now he knows they exist they can die happy!
Oh to be young again.
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My German teacher took it upon himself to monitor the height of our heels, this was in the late 70's when high wedges were in fashion, but the school bought in a rule that heels should be no higher than 3" (quite generous thinking about it!) anyway, he would get us all to stand up, go round with his ruler, and anyone over the limit would be told "Raus, raus" to go and see the head teacher!
That particular deputy head was known for his authoritative style. On one occasion he went outside the school, at the end of the day, to check on how the students were conducting themselves in the bus queue.
He was infuriated to spot one young lad who had failed to queue properly, and who was standing to the side of the queue. He dragged him into the school, and into his office, to 'lay down the law'. It was only at that point that the terrified and tearful boy managed to blurt out that he didn't even go to our school, as he was still at the junior school next door!
OOPS!!!
He was infuriated to spot one young lad who had failed to queue properly, and who was standing to the side of the queue. He dragged him into the school, and into his office, to 'lay down the law'. It was only at that point that the terrified and tearful boy managed to blurt out that he didn't even go to our school, as he was still at the junior school next door!
OOPS!!!
Me, a rebel, Slinkycat? Never!
Well, not in my school days anyway, or at college either. I followed every rule at school and never missed a single lecture in four years at college (where I always dressed formally, with a jacket, collar and tie - no jeans or sweatshirts for me!).
It's only now (at the age of 58) that I rebel against everything!
;-)
Well, not in my school days anyway, or at college either. I followed every rule at school and never missed a single lecture in four years at college (where I always dressed formally, with a jacket, collar and tie - no jeans or sweatshirts for me!).
It's only now (at the age of 58) that I rebel against everything!
;-)
God this brings back memories - we lived a stones throw from the beach while growing up and I attended a girls college in Glenelg. One winter's afternoon I was walking our dog on the beach without school beret, blazer and gloves, and who should I see coming towards me but my headmistress, very stern unmarried lady, wholly given over to the church etc .... I was petrified !! wished the sand would open up and swallow me but I kept on walking, we passed and exchanged greetings and never a word was mentioned about my missing accoutrements !!! whatever gave them the power to terrify us like that !!
Seekerz:
We were only required to wear school uniform while at school, or travelling to or from it. I've never heard of any requirement to wear it at other times (unless, possibly, it was a boarding school?).
However, as I've indicated in previous posts, our school rules certainly extended to our leisure time. Playing soccer for an organised team meant automatic expulsion.
Quote from our PE teacher: "You will NOT player SOCCER" (with plenty of stress, and a look of utter disgust, upon uttering the final word of that sentence). "Soccer is only for common people. You are young gentleman and gentlemen only play RUGGER. Let there be no doubt boys, that I mean the game of Rugby Union. There is also a vile form of the game which is called Rugby League but that is also only for the common people. Remember, boys, that RUGGER is the name of the game and nothing else will be played or tolerated here".
We were only required to wear school uniform while at school, or travelling to or from it. I've never heard of any requirement to wear it at other times (unless, possibly, it was a boarding school?).
However, as I've indicated in previous posts, our school rules certainly extended to our leisure time. Playing soccer for an organised team meant automatic expulsion.
Quote from our PE teacher: "You will NOT player SOCCER" (with plenty of stress, and a look of utter disgust, upon uttering the final word of that sentence). "Soccer is only for common people. You are young gentleman and gentlemen only play RUGGER. Let there be no doubt boys, that I mean the game of Rugby Union. There is also a vile form of the game which is called Rugby League but that is also only for the common people. Remember, boys, that RUGGER is the name of the game and nothing else will be played or tolerated here".
Class distinction? Well, yes and no, actually.
My school was trying to CREATE class distinctions, even where they didn't previously exist. For example, I was brought up on a council estate by fairly poor parents. (My mother had been born in Limehouse, which was then the most deprived borough in the country, and she had been 'in service' as a lowly housemaid). But the school I attended refused to have any contact whatsoever (e.g sporting fixtures) with the local 'secondary modern' schools. We only played sport against a few similar 'grammar' schools and (predominately) against elitist independent schools.
Hockey?
I vaguely remember a few lessons devoted to it but it was regarded very much as a 'second rate' winter sport (in the same way that tennis was regarded as subservient to cricket in the summer months)
My school was trying to CREATE class distinctions, even where they didn't previously exist. For example, I was brought up on a council estate by fairly poor parents. (My mother had been born in Limehouse, which was then the most deprived borough in the country, and she had been 'in service' as a lowly housemaid). But the school I attended refused to have any contact whatsoever (e.g sporting fixtures) with the local 'secondary modern' schools. We only played sport against a few similar 'grammar' schools and (predominately) against elitist independent schools.
Hockey?
I vaguely remember a few lessons devoted to it but it was regarded very much as a 'second rate' winter sport (in the same way that tennis was regarded as subservient to cricket in the summer months)
Gosh what memories of schooldays - sorry carandrog we seem to have highjacked your nostalgia thread! LOL.
I remember when, about 12 years old,my Mum cutting my fringe too short and I sat in History lesson holding it down trying to make it grow, the History mistress who nobody liked, was such a hard-faced spinster, stopped in front of me - "take your hands off your hair young lady! What HAS happened to your hair, have you been hacking it yourself?" I cried as she had humiliated me in front of the whole class. A few years later, as Chris has said, I got Saturday morning detention for daring to walk home holding hands with a boy!!!
I remember when, about 12 years old,my Mum cutting my fringe too short and I sat in History lesson holding it down trying to make it grow, the History mistress who nobody liked, was such a hard-faced spinster, stopped in front of me - "take your hands off your hair young lady! What HAS happened to your hair, have you been hacking it yourself?" I cried as she had humiliated me in front of the whole class. A few years later, as Chris has said, I got Saturday morning detention for daring to walk home holding hands with a boy!!!
Murraymints:
I taught maths (up to A-level).
Boxtops:
Throughout my 3rd year at school I was expected to look at my watch frequently! I was the official school bell-ringer and, at one minute before the end of each period, I was required to slip out of the classroom and proceed to the corridor at the rear of the school hall where I proudly pressed the big red button. No automation in those days!
I taught maths (up to A-level).
Boxtops:
Throughout my 3rd year at school I was expected to look at my watch frequently! I was the official school bell-ringer and, at one minute before the end of each period, I was required to slip out of the classroom and proceed to the corridor at the rear of the school hall where I proudly pressed the big red button. No automation in those days!
