TEACHERS are calling for hospital-style notices to be posted in schools warning that the gardai will be called if someone is physically abusive – today’s Irish Independent (notice the credit).
Unbelievable. It really is.
“Sit down or I’m calling the police”, says the teacher.
What the fuck has happened to society where teachers feel the need for police protection in the classroom? When I was in school if you so much as thought about getting physical with a teacher you’d get fucking hammered. Or sexually abused.
Sure, of course there was bad behaviour (such as hiding the Career Guidance teacher’s zimmer frame – which he needed after an in classroom stroke, or one lad bringing his dog into class by hiding him in sport’s bag then letting him loose) but there was never any question of a student getting physical with a teacher.
All this namby-pamby bollocks about human rights and such is what’s caused it. A good slap or a strap or a cane or a sound bumming acted as a deterrent and made you think twice about misbehaving again.
Teacher’s unions need to address these issues head on rather than look for third parties to come and mop up their messes.
Come on INTO, come on ASTI, start buggering and beating more children. It’s for the sake of our children’s children.
Thats sissy! surely there has to be some kind of happy medium that involves neither police or kicking the shite out of the children?.They’re adults dealing with children.
Electric cattle prods????? the best of both worlds!!!!
It wasn’t even the violence that used to keep us in line at school; it was the threat of violence (or a sound bumming). Now with all the human rights jazz playing, even the threat of repercussion is gone, because the kids know the teachers can’t lay a hand on them. Another case of every cunt knowing his rights without acknowledging the responsibilities that go hand-in-hand with them.
I recall flying into Bangkok airport some years ago. Just above the triple Toblerone packs and presentation boxes of Baileys was a poster with a noose on it. I beleive that a rough translation of the slogan on the poster was “if you use or traffic drugs here, you are fucked mate”. It certainly worked for me; took an extra joint and a little crack to get me stoned on that holiday. The point is, if you commit the crime you are going to pay the price in some environments. This certainly was the case when I was going to school. Although in my experience, administration of corporal punishment became a leisure activity for many teachers and Vincentians in the 70′s and 80′s. Perhaps we can find a happy medium; a move away from the mass beatings of former days in favour of a weekly public flogging. A supportive poster campaign will be essential; white background, cane, strap etc. we only need to decide the slogan…
It’s the Celtic Tiger again. In the 1980′s we were too hungry at school to be fighting with each other. Now kids have lunch and all manner of high energy foods and drinks.
That’s what happens when you give a previously poor nation too much food. They get out of control.
That’s a very good point. I bet there was little or no high jinks in the hedge schools.
Do they still have those little milks at school? 1/3 of a pint. Warm from being left on the shelf next to the blackboard until small break. Imagine how many children would have perished without them.
I bet there was little or no high jinks in the hedge schools. Right on, Twenty! Sticks came too readily to hand. Nothing sorer than a fresh ash plant across the ass. Except maybe a sound bumming. Hot-cross bun and Japanese flag respectively.
And they want to do random drug testing in schools?? More cannabis could only be a good thing, man!
It’s the kids on PCP causing the problems I bet.
They come in cartons now Kav.I remember the little bottles with the foil caps, not only would they be warm and sour tasting from sitting on the step outside for three hours they’d have holes in the foil from the birds.
There was a girl in my class named Lorraine and every day she’d drink two bottles.Some days she’d have three and when she did, she’d throw up, guaranteed.
I had to share her desk one day because the seat beside each of us was empty and when she finished her third bottle,I sat there terrified, knowing what was coming…sure enough, half way through Irish she belched and covered the pair of us in corned beef sandwiches.
God I hated primary school.
Mmmm, corned beef and milk vomit.
I bet you could market that as some kind of revolutionary anti-wrinkle supplement.
Weak teachers should use Tazers. It’s the only solution.
What the hell are the police going to do anyway? Do we even have the resources for this kind of thing? School police? Bah and Phooey!
Fail to see what a “happy medium” or any other jovial psychic can do to rectify the situation of children misbehaving.
Will it be mandatory for the Gardai to actualy act on the crime? Or just come to school, see there is nothing going on at that moment, have a little chat with everybody and then leave? just an educational slap so once in a while never hurt anybody. Or just some slaps with a wet towel, kicks in the stomach, anything that doesn’t leave permanent marks…
I don’t believe in any of the punishments suggested. I would rather the kids sort it out amongst themselves – that’s what grown ups have to do.
i believe nowadays teachers can’t even kick unruly kids out of class … we were made stand outside on a chair in full view of the other classrooms window. in all weathers and one teacher didnt even let us wear coats !
the dirisory comments and blatant embarrassment in front of the whole school were enough not to offend again – until the next day when you threw some first year into a wheelie bin because they were new inventions and well, you just had to see would they really wheel with a person inside them !
Exactly RamblingMan.I have two boys at primary school and apart from the fact that they know better, the thought of the embarrasment of being singled out for bad behaviour is enough deterrent for them (thats not to say they aren’t little monkeys when not in view of the teacher).
The trouble is some of these children are coming from a home where no one takes responsibility for them and violence may be a small thing to them.
A friend of mine teaches in a north inner city Dublin school ans she’s been kicked, spat at and threatened by the parents with various other things.The thing about her is she understands that these children can’t help it.
I think one of the problems with kids today – and indeed people in general – is caused by the medicalisation of everything. No kid is actually plain old-fashioned bold: they all have conditions such as ADDHD or ADDDDFG, or various other conditions with loads of D’s. The problem with this is that instead of getting some cheeky little fucker to accept responsibility for their own actions, their behaviour is blamed on this so-called medical problem, like as if they had leukaemia or something. This is also convenient for parents, as it helps them avoid the fact that they may have inadvertently spawned the child of Satan, and that they have to actually discipline their offspring. I’m not saying that we should return to Tom Brown’s Schooldays, when a good old fashioned caning did the trick, but we need to get away from the idea of children avoiding responsibility for their own actions.
Fr. Feeler from my school (RIP) had a nickname that he earned through many years of systematic abuse of 1st and 2nd year pupils. Thankfully, I wansn’t personally at the butt end (excuse the pun) of any of his extra-curricular activities. While many of his religous ‘massages’ were at the minor end of the abuse spectrum, he did frequently engage in rather questionable activities, including regular bouts of ‘wrestling’ with some of his trainee altar boys. The school became suspicous when there was a mass resignation of chaplain altar boys and when subsequently they found it impossible to find new recruits. In the great tradition of catholic resolutions, Feeler was removed from his post of school chaplain and installed as director of school retreats. Interestingly enough, he specialised in 1 on 1 discussion sessions with young pupils on retreat. The net effect is that the word ‘Retreat’ has a special meaning for me and I’m sure many of the pupils from my old school. It was always a standing joke at school; “send him on Retreat, that will sort him out” . Exciting times…….
I’m recovered sufficiently after eating those out of date sausages ;) you suggested I ate. Unable at this present moment to file a report on my experiences.
I wonder would CCTV in every class room help or hinder the situation.
When I was a lad you had the choice of the lash or detention. Everyone would opt for the lash as hanging around after school writing feckin lines was a pain in the hole. But of course detention requires a teacher to supervise the little buggers and these days their time is far too valuable to be wasted on such measures.
So I’m suggesting that each school have it’s own cell where miscreants can be locked up safely for the night with a drop of bread and water for their tea – this would have the added bonus of ensuring they were early for school the next morning.
So I’m suggesting that each school have it’s own cell where miscreants can be locked up safely for the night with a drop of bread and water for their tea – this would have the added bonus of ensuring they were early for school the next morning.
Briliant!
We had a Fr Feeler type character. He was headmaster but was removed after he touched up the wrong boy, who put him in hospital. The DLS Bros sent him (Feeler) to Camden….to run a youth hostel
“he touched up the wrong boy, who put him in hospital.”
who says corporal punishment doesn’t work …
I had a female teacher who caught myself and the lad next to me looking up her dress. She used to sit on the teacher’s table with her legs crossed onto our table and she’d be wearing one of those teacher summer dresses. She was about 25 at the time and still one of the fittest chicks I’ve ever seen in person. Anyway, ahem, the day she caught us she asked what we were doing. We gave the standard primary school answer. “Naathing Miss”. To make a long story short, she lifted her dress and showed us all.
Great day it was. She’s still fit now too. Bought her a drink one Christmas I was at home. Brought it all back.
Just thought I’d write a little happy story to counterbalance the stories of beatings, whippings and rodgerings.
Arm the teachers! A surplus FN-FAL or L1A1 slung over the teachers shoulder would bring most kids in line, PDQ. If the rest of them want to act like they’re from Detroit treat them like they are.
Go h-an mhaith, Gomaith! That must’ve provided masturbation fuel for ages. Oh wait, you said it was primary school…what a waste.
I’ll bet these unruly boyos in the clasroom are non-nationals. Irish children would NEVER be disrespectful to authority.
Gomaith, is there just a little poetic license there?
True story. It wasn’t done in a filthy way or anything. More in a nice cailín deas sort of way.
Gomaith .. grounds for litigation in my books. You don’t have an unhealthy preoccupation with nickerless women wearing floral dresses from Penneys by any chance?
I’d actually say any form of occupation with nickeless women wearing floral dresses from Penny’s is quite healthy.
It’s not the teachers, never was. They aren’t ALLOWED to do anything even close to punishment, even a reasonable time-out. Teachers are undermined by over-excited parents, money-grubbing politicians, and self-important-never-taught-before school administrators (including principals).
Teachers aren’t even allowed to teach anymore. Nope it’s just a load of crap to take the kids out of class as much as possible, create maximum disturbance, and overall chaos.
Jayzus, Gomaith, you remind me of a primary school teacher I had to give a message to from my teacher. Called into her class and there she was sitting on a desk with her legs stretched out, shortish dress and holy of holies in good view.
Unfortunately I was 12 at the time and not appreciative enough of the event at all, at all. Saw a picture of her from the 70′s in a local mag recently and Christ but she was a TOTAL honey. Blonde, mid 20′s. Could it be the same wan?
Maybe if we hired competant individuals who are worth the respect of our pupils rather than the slack-jawed lifers we have now.
Those who can, do. Those who can’t teach
Maybe thats where the brothers at my school went wrong. If they had called the guards at least once when we were hurtling first years down corridors in shopping trollies, or getting thrown bodily down the glen beside the prefabs, I might not have grown up to be such an anti-social bastard. Or when we cellotaped the history teaches briefcase to the ceiling, perhaps he shouldn’t have battered us, but called the boys in to give us a stern look and scribble something in their notepads (why does that always take so long, by the way? What the hell are they writting? Theres Four letters in my name for goodness sake, four! Must be joined up writting.)
Anyway. I’m alright now. even the limp is begining to fade.
I’m wondering what GOMAITH’s honey teacher was like when she was in a bad mood. We had a fr. feelie type “christian” br. who called us ” his loves” as he belted us, fucking eight years old we were. I am seriously afrid I’ll have to be moving some of my shares in the porn industry away from sadomasochism , as it’s in danger of dying out from the lack of corporal punishment.
Dont move your shares in porn, sadomasochism is alive and well in ireland. The next event is on the 21st April.
Anyway, I remember the girls from school. The two most gorgous girls would sit opposite the boys in class – boys on one side of the room, girls on the other – is it still the same? anyway, I digress.
These two would grow out of their school dresses, and I spent years – years I tell you, waiting for the time their dress was too short and it would reviel their knickers when they sat down.
Anyway I was more afraid of my moms cane feather duster at home rather than being beaten at school. Being caned in our school was on the hand. humm. Maybe thats why I like caning woman now. BDSM is alive and well in Ireland.