Me too. I often ponder the origins of words and notice parallels or the simlilarity of equivalents in different languages. Names too, they show associated derivations across the world.
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I think the difference is if the teachers are vindictive with their violence. Mine were not. The corporal punishments were always dispassionately administrated. Never saw a teacher hit anyone in anger. The Irish feller was always laughing when he was punching. But he was just a nut job. You're going to encounter nut jobs in adult life so good training really.
We had a history teacher who administered discipline with a slipper, by leaving the classroom so that he could start his run from the corridor, so that he could whack the miscreant all the harder. It never hurt, it resulted in everyone laughing, including the 'victim', and this bit of pantomime made the pupils respect and like him!
To be popular and respected must be a difficult balancing act, and teachers who can do this are worth every penny
Well, Steve, there we disagree. I loved almost every aspect of my schooldays, especially primary, at the small prep school I went to. Apart from the teachers being fantastic, both at doing their job and being really caring and friendly, the freedom you were given was great.
For example, we were given money to go into town (a 10 min walk away) and buy our own lunch, so more often than not it was cream cakes and pop all round, lol! Secondary school was harder work, of course, but in general I enjoyed my time there, got on with most of my teachers and had some major laughs with friends (and fun with girls), and left with good qualifications.
That's why I can look back on those days with great fondness :cool:
Marco.
Most likely... Fucking idiots, the lot of them :wanker:
Going on the school bus every morning from the south side of Glasgow to Paisley, where my secondary school was located, was great. A) because it gave you time to do your homework before class lol, and b) to have a chinwag with your mates, swapping football stickers or whatever, or in the wintertime having snowball fights before the bus arrived! :D
Marco.
My alma mater was a Welsh grammar school where the staff were the usual crusty old pipe-smoking tweed wearing suspects - and that was just the women. Imagine my delight when Miss Edwards turned up fresh from college to teach us Physics in a mini-skirt and the tightest of tight sweaters. Certainly made my galvanometer twitch a bit!
Cushions!
Settees and chairs etc., are (hopefully) ergonomically designed to accomodate the human form. So why do women pile large cushions on them? I constantly have to move cushions out of the way to sit comfortably. Where's the sense in that? :scratch:
Obviously a big pile of soft furnishings on display is gong to give the impression that their @rses are smaller. Some sort of thing as men keeping stocks of baby carrots and other miniature root vegetables in the bedroom. Don't get me started on bonsai.
I only have fond memories of my primary school, the others were a complete wast of time...
I went awol for most of my upper school time, it was so rubbish... I had no time for most of the teachers and any A & O levels I passed were nothing to do with their input...