Prolly needed whoopin’
Was it fair and square woopin?
The local news had a video of the kid with his mother and they were playing the victim card for all it was worth. From what I garnered with what was presented by the MSM, the kid needed more than a spanking...a participating father too.
Sounds like the admission of a crime.
Hell, if it happened in this day and age, I could have probably owned part of Vatican City.
Send him to a Catholic school, the penguins will motivate him to do his work.
Well, if the kid is afraid to go back to class, the only alternative is home schooling. Judging by the mother’s command of the English language, the poor kid won’t even be qualified for McDonalds.
Probably deserved it.
My funniest experience was when I was in art class, age 14?
The teacher was a good looking young woman and not the type that would be wielding a paddle, much less one the size that someone had just made for her.
Well, one day she decided to try it out on me.
She had me come back to the class at the end of the school day, where she then took me into the supply room for my punishment.
It was winter and I was wearing a long heavy coat. It was her mistake that she did not have me remove it as she had to hold up my coat with her left hand as she tried to swing the over sized weapon with her right.
Well, the poor girl got her paddle mixed in with my coat and I don’t recall her ever hitting the target of my bottom.
Oh the good old days of the 50s.
It is so sad that life in America is “Gone With the Wind”
And folks in Memphis wonder why most of their schools are so horrible, yet go just outside the district and find some pretty decent schools in the "burbs"...
Way back when, my grandfather was a young principal in an elementary school filled with troublesome children.
Within a year, he had set a State record for the number or corporal punishments administered. Disciplinary problems had dropped to the single digits, and apparently, judging from the recorded grades, average student IQ had been raised a good 20 points or more.
However, a new student, and his mother, proved to be problematic. Just a second grader, he was a violent psychopath who frequently and seriously attacked teachers, injured other students, disrupted class and even threw a cage of gerbils out a third story window, killing the animals.
His mother had only set one foot in the door of the principals office before she was loudly threatening anyone and everyone with lawsuits if they dared to lay hands on, or otherwise discipline her son. She was far ahead of her time in litigiousness, in the society of that day, and she had for years retained a lawyer to file lawsuits as soon as possible whenever she felt offended. And she made it a practice to be offended, which supplemented her income nicely.
My grandfather assured her that neither he or any teacher would discipline her child. While disappointed that she therefore had no reason to sue, she was still satisfied to some extent, and just departed his office with the stern warning that nobody had better touch her “sweet darling”, or a suit would be filed on that same day.
My grandfather, however, had imagined a loophole in that agreement. He rearranged the dangerous child’s schedule in a small way, so that he could not injure the other 2nd graders. He did this by having the boy take recess with the 5th and 6th graders instead.
For their part, the older children were both tough and not inclined to suffer abuse at the hands of the 2nd grader. Soon, they were waiting in line to give him a good thumping.
When his mother dearest returned to the school to complain, he directed her and her lawyer to take up the matter with the parents of the 5th and 6th graders. But since most of them lived in or near poverty, little was hoped to be gained by suing them.
He noted that after that there was some improvement in the boy’s behavior, though at the end of the school year his mother moved him to a new school, perhaps in hope of a more fertile ground for profitable lawsuits.
With a ruler ?
Honey ... rulers sting a a bit ... but a "whoopin' " is Mr D. (9th grade, all boys tech school .. Algebra teacher ... favorite quote .. "Don't understand algebra .. learn the rules - apply them - and you will pass." ) telling you to go down to the teacher's lounge and get "my friend" (a pool cue with his name on it) and after class was done (a few minutes early .... you were called to the front of the class ... told to assume the position ... and one whack with the butt end of the cue across your ass.
THAT, sister ... is a whoopin' !
Go 'head ... I dare ya' ... just try to not cry in front of 30 guys.
Oh yeah ... the infraction?
Talkin' in class.
Yes ... the above account is true ... it was me.
Jr G was a handful in the second and third grade because we were in a very “progressive” northern school district that wouldn’t touch him and he knew it. I finally told him if I got another call to the school, I was going to bring my spoon and paddle him in the principal’s office, which I did and I did. He stopped being a handful.
Fast forward a year... we have moved to central Tennessee and he was now in a southern school. Repeat handful shtick. This time the principal saved me the time and trouble of a trip to school and paddled Jr G himself, without even a consultation with me (I would have endorsed the procedure had he called)
End of handful shtick forever.
“He ain’t thar for larnin’; he’s thar to keep him outta mah hair!”