i forget if this thread is only about parents doing the bashing... anyway, i got no slaps of the faaather and only a few across off the face from the mother and while they didnt do me any real harm apart from upset me for a few hours they didnt do me any good either.
in primary school all the teachers used to wallop the pupils regularly (after it became illegal im pretty sure) and in retrospect i can see that it was done mostly out of nastiness and for the power trip of it and my main memory of primary school is of fear. the most popular teacher in the school - the one everybody hoped they'd get in fourth class- used even encourage us to bring in sticks ourselves which he could then used to beat us with. He's now a blueshirt TD. he was alright i suppose. In fifth class we had a complete nutter who once threw a pupil out the window. he was always hitting and threatening in a highly unpredictable way. one day he broke the think end of a snooker cue over this lads head (the thin end was already broken off)
. in 6th class we had this christian brother who was also a total bully and had a selection of leather straps for dishing out slaps and they were really sore. the lad who got the snooker cue broken on his head was always getting the leather. there was actually a targetted campaign of bullying against him. the brother with the strap used to have this running joke about the record number of slaps this kid would get a day. somedays he might have got 6 or 8 on each hand as hard as the cunt could manage it, all his force behind each one. I also remember the brother grabbing him by the collar and shoving him (the 11/12 year old) across the desk and threatening him. One day the principal, who was also a brother, came in and said to this kid that he was out to get him. All the teachers hated him because he was smart and witty and showed them up to themselves for the bullys they were. he was a bit of a bully himself but he was a child and needed teaching and guidance and he would have been fine except for the fact that he was treated like a piece of shit and told he was a worthless bad egg for years on end and so he acted accordingly. by the time he was a teenager it was too late and he left secondary school in first year and went off the rails altogether and its entirely the fault of those cunting teachers who made shit of him. (ok - maybe the parents should have done more too... i dunno)
in primary school all the teachers used to wallop the pupils regularly (after it became illegal im pretty sure) and in retrospect i can see that it was done mostly out of nastiness and for the power trip of it and my main memory of primary school is of fear. the most popular teacher in the school - the one everybody hoped they'd get in fourth class- used even encourage us to bring in sticks ourselves which he could then used to beat us with. He's now a blueshirt TD. he was alright i suppose. In fifth class we had a complete nutter who once threw a pupil out the window. he was always hitting and threatening in a highly unpredictable way. one day he broke the think end of a snooker cue over this lads head (the thin end was already broken off)