One year our school trip was to Rothsay, on the Island of Cumbrae. We were due to get the last ferry of the evening back. The next day it was discovered that one of the teachers had missed it and had to spend the night there. This teacher was not the most popular, so the news was greeted with a great deal of hilarity and a bit of derision.

Mine was a mixed sex boarders & day school - being a boarder was great fun especially on the exeat weekends when just a few of us would stay in school whilst everyone else went home - having the whole run of the school to ourselves  (including the pool & gym)
Midnight feasts & the telling of ghost stories in abundance!  
Amongst other things 
It's still there & doing nicely I believe....

did you go to malory towers??!...........

Bad memories of primary school dinners. The hotpot was so disgusting (it had hard peas) that I couldn't eat it. A girl called Helen used to eat mine - she had guts of steel.
Lots of good memories of secondary school. In particular an inspirational drama teacher, who wrote and produced our end of term play. We had a big party on the final night, held in someone's empty barn.

I have a very bad memory from my primary school. The girl sitting beside me put up her hand and told our teacher that I used the word sh*t.So I said I hadn't because I'd never even heard that language. So the teacher, built like a brick house, comes over to my table and gets a hold of my hair and then smacks me right in the face. She tells me this is not for using the word, but for lying. That was the day i didn't believe in authority anymore.

Ooooooooooooooooh lots of memories - even though it was in the late sixties early seventies - too shocking to even go there.

Wouldn't know where to begin TBH.

Primary school was a great few years where I was one of the most popular kids in the school and didn't know how lucky I had it til I got to secondary school and knew absolutly no-one in my class and took ages settling into it.  I hated getting up for school in the mornings and my dad would drive me insane tapping on the kitchen counters singing stupid songs to annoy me so I'd go to school in a huff but once there I would have the most fun and just enoy the day!  The teachers didn't know what to make of me because in one class I'd be head down working hard and in another I'd be taunting the teacher so badly she'd send me to another room to sit so I couldn't annoy her.  I knew it was wrong but I still did it.


Walking into school in the morning, getting signed in then walking straight past the principals office and out the gate with my best mate and off to my sisters house where we'd smoke and eat garlic bread always seemed cool but now it sounds stupid!  Oh and also getting signed in, going to a computer room and locking the door with my mate where we'd just go online all day and hope no1 would be needing to use that room that day.  Lot of bunking off happening when I was at school.

The school trip to Koblenz.

OMFG!  

 my claim to fame  lol

Red suits you !

then i dyed ma hair  lol

Fame get to you did it 

aye ............ but a covered ma ass  

omg ............ just remembered  i was in a play  and sung  * june is burstin out all over *   pmsl

No uniform day.  Wore every kind of tartan that ah could get ma hands on. Socks the lot.
Thought ah looked great. Ah was the talk of the school for days.  

aw     scotty      i remember that day  in ma school and  i had a kilt on ............ as did everyone , but my jersey was cream coloured  not white  i was effin traumatised

Primary school - setting fire to a pile of leaves, at the end of the playground, and insisting that it caught fire because I was examining ants with my magnifying glass.

Secondary school - hiding under the teachers desk for the whole lesson; rubbing a pretty, yellow chemical all over my face in Chemistry, for a laugh; climbing out onto the roof, to retrieve balloons; telling my teacher that I couldn't do PE, as I had a brain tumour; getting a late pass, because there were bridge works going on in the town, and then using the late pass for the next 6 years; tying French bangers onto the inside of the classroom door, for when the teacher arrived; chucking bits of blue tack down from the gallery, for all the younger girls to sit on.

madamksi   but   annaw.  

I remember my Mum saying....are you sure you want to go out like that?   

Wish I`d listened...naw no really, all part of it eh?  

    

Brilliant Blizzie!  I wished I`d been in your class.

Edit to ask: Were you at St. Trinians?  

Not my teacher though? 

Honestly, I must have been their worst bloody nightmare. I'd be furious with my kids, if they turned out like me! 

remember balancing a log... (half a tree) against the french teachers door in the quad then legging it when he opened the door & it bounced off his head.......I was a prefect as well

Clumsycat  

In secondary school the annual toy competition was great....most people in the school made a toy which ranged from simple stuffed toys (that was all I managed) up to elaborate wooden forts and train sets. All done by the girls at all school that was pretty exclusively academic except for 1 cookery/needlework lesson every other week. No prizes just housepoints for the houses of the winners in the various age groups. And then the toys were all donated to a local childrens home at the Xmas party that was held for the kids at the school on a Saturday for which there was never a shortage of volunteers to help and bake for....thats when i stopped believing in Father Christmas.

Also the annual teachers v girls hockey match was a great chance to whack your least favourite teacher with a hockey stick....that's when i stopped believeing in sportsmanship.

The school sport was rugby.
I went on the field once, and I thought "Blimey, this is a bit rough", so I spent the next 5 years hiding in the toilets (when it was a rugby session.) Just got detention for it once.
I couldn't play tennis (which I liked) because "tennis was for girls."
Mmm, try telling that to Federer and Djokovic!
Also got detention for not wearing a school cap.
Many dull, uninteresting teachers.
PE teacher a bully.
English/drama teacher an enthusiast, an encourager and an inspiration.

I fell down the stairs once, right in front of the vice principal   She just tutted and said 'Oh Lorna '

My mate and I decided we'd do each other's make up one day with the make up from the drama class.  I did hers all pretty...unbeknownst to me she put bright blue eyeshadow all over my eyes, convinced me it was a lovely subtle shade...I walked around the school like a pleb till some one asked me what did I think I was like...legged it to the bog and couldn't believe the state of me reflection

Once I hid in a coffin in music class (a prop from the drama class) to jump out on the music teacher when she walked in , but the vice principal came into the class with an electrician to talk about the broken lights.  If she'd looked down, she'd have seen me looking back up at her and I really would have needed the coffin then

Me and two mates (eye shadow mate was one of them) played hockey with a tippex bottle in one of the classrooms...I got overzealous and whacked the tippex bottle into the goal (two jumpers) and it exploded all over the wall

One April Fools day one of the girls brought in a fake arm and we put it under the podium that the teachers desk used to stand on...teacher walked in...screamed...and I'm full sure probably peed herself a bit

hahaaa but the funniest day of all was the day myself and my mate were walking home from school passed the paper factory...and we heard a series of loud bangs and thought we were being shot at   so she ran and I ducked behind a wall....when she realised I was left behind she scooched down behind the wall and ran back to save me

I loved school, but i was a real goodie two shoes so never got into trouble  

The only bad thing i ever did was me and my friend used to sabotage our other friend emily graingers cakes so they always burnt / failed to rise etc We never did tell her so I bet she thinks she cant bake to this day

Primary School....aged 8....balanced ruler on edge of table...gave it a whack....realised too late that I had aimed it in wrong direction...sat and watched as it flew across classroom in slow-mo towards my teacher....it hit him....on the ear....I got in mahoooosive trouble!!!!


Secondary School....the countless tellings off for calling our biology teacher Mrs Thatcher (her name was Frost) cos that's what we called her behind he back and I kept getting confuddled.....seeing the married PE teacher snogging the married RE teacher in her classroom, by the bibles....they weren't married to each other!!!.....Our chemistry teacher, with a hideous combover...and his 'friend' Willy Everlearn....it still makes me groan now.....Mr Petit and his incredible ability to hit you with the board rubber no matter how far away you were or how fast you moved.....and no one ever complained cos we all loved him!!! The last day of our time there when we got pissed and my best mate stubbed a fag out between my eyes and I didn't know until the next day!!

Sixth Form....the smoking hut...complete with pool table and dart board....being able to have pizza and a hot chocolate at 9am.....the very impressionable and eager young men!!! The last da there was also spent in a drunken haze and I was so merry that in history (at 10am) I thought the plant in the corner was looking at me funny so I through something at it only  forgot to let go and ended up splatted on the floor at the feet of my tutor.....she was not happy but the rest of us were laughing!!

i'm lovin these stories.........

My daughter goes too my old secondary school and some of my teachers are still there  and we thought they was old back then


Can remember in needlework we had too make a soft toy, me and my mate decided to make a huff a lump (think that was what they were called) and we couldn't do it so we made a round circle and stuck 8 legs on it and called it a spider the teacher gave us an ungraded make for it, so nect lesson when she went into her cupboard that no-one else was allowed near we locked her in for the whole lesson  apparently she was in there for a couple hours before someone found her, the detention was worth it the old hag

Blimey so many.......
One trip I remember in Sec School was to Cheddar Gorge and Wells. We had such a great day. When we got to Wells in the late afternoon we got divided up into groups and the teacher we had leading our group just wanted a rest I think. He told us to wander where we wanted and just be back in front of the cathedral in an hour
So while the other groups were being dragged around and lectured to about 6 of us were sitting in the back garden of a cafe with a drink and an illicit ciggie

veggieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee xxxx

u wuz carter n dey woz v v norty dere.........wurd........

i remember we did a pottery class........i was crap at it so rolled a long strip out and presented my masterpiece................a worm.........

Spoonnnggeeeyyyyy xxxxxx


Yeah we were rough, no arguments there! Lychett Manor were the goody goodies as I recall with Henry Harbin only slightly more respectable
I bet I've spelt them wrong too hahaha

the manor is still there...........harbin is now poole high school.......an carter is now carter community......(fondly known as care in....!!)

do you remember seldown and ashley cross?.the girls and boys schools......ac was mine..quality gaff....not!!!....anyway they knocked em both down to make ashdown.....an that's crap as well...and don't get me started on kemp welch.....which as had a million and one name changes but still has the spawns of satan going there!!......


ps:it was lytchett!!!....

The only 'real' memory I have is virtually skipping down the drive on the last day when others were crying their eyes out. I hated my school days and that said never missed a day except because of illness. I never 'played the hookie'   Brinkburn Secondary or Brinky as it was known  

I have fond memories from my primary school (above); George Spicer, Southbury Road, Enfield.

For a start it was far too big - it had been a secondary school but was downgraded when a more modern facility (Kingsmead) was built. I doubt we used more than a third of the main building - much of which was out of bounds - a situation that in itself lent to eerie rumour of ghosts and mystery! Add to this an old underground air-raid shelter (also out of bounds) and several ancient teachers - motifs and links to the past seemed plentiful! Lessons, however, were a pleasure!

Black plimsoles were compulsory - as were burns from the climbing ropes! Much of the sports equipment as i recall, was kept underneath the stage in the main assembly hall and was always covered in dust! Outdoor sports during the summers were fantastic - we were located close to Enfield playing fields of which we used a large proportion and just a short walk from Southbury Road open air pool. I never did gain all of the swimming badges!

Music and art were presented in a fun and enjoyable way - as were the headmasters anecdotes and words of wisdom offered during assembly each morning - all of which left a lasting impression upon me - so much so that for my first couple of years at secondary school (Enfield Grammar) i went back and visited my favourite teachers at the end of each term!

Ooooo! *goes to look for a photie of mine*

I can't find one