Oh those bad old days - it was Miss Peterson's 3 foot ruler round the legs in the primers; Mr Couch's strap called Oscar in Std 2; variations and permutations at Wellington College (no canes there).
There is an often quoted story the suggests that Labour may be to blame:
They walked to the polling booths in 1935 to vote Labour in. They drove to the polling booths in 1949 to vote Labour out.
Then we could point the finger at us baby-boomers who craved freedom and mobility - you have written about that in the past. We need solutions that feel like going forwards - sustainably of course.
Perfectly captured my form 1 class. I had a Healing Loline (burgundy colour!) with 3 gears which meant getting off for the last push up the steep street and through the gates into Normal Intermediate. I think there was a no strap policy for girls? But I was struck on the hand with a ruler for a uniform infringement (stud earrings in newly pierced ears) in form 4
I do do enjoy the updates from Kia Kaha school. I also remember the strap and how the headmaster at school beat a Samoan boy to a pulp with his strap. I hated Mr Graham intensely from that day. I didn't know what racism and brutality to children were then. But I knew it was terribly wrong. We weren't told what the boy had done but he,was given 6 of the best in each of the 5 classrooms. Our was the last. My mother liked Mr Graham. Perhaps she and the other parents didn't know what he was capable of.
Oh those bad old days - it was Miss Peterson's 3 foot ruler round the legs in the primers; Mr Couch's strap called Oscar in Std 2; variations and permutations at Wellington College (no canes there).
There is an often quoted story the suggests that Labour may be to blame:
They walked to the polling booths in 1935 to vote Labour in. They drove to the polling booths in 1949 to vote Labour out.
Then we could point the finger at us baby-boomers who craved freedom and mobility - you have written about that in the past. We need solutions that feel like going forwards - sustainably of course.
Room 13. Beautiful ! Salve for the PTSD flowing from the noise of Marjorie Taylor Goudie on RNZ this morning.
Perfectly captured my form 1 class. I had a Healing Loline (burgundy colour!) with 3 gears which meant getting off for the last push up the steep street and through the gates into Normal Intermediate. I think there was a no strap policy for girls? But I was struck on the hand with a ruler for a uniform infringement (stud earrings in newly pierced ears) in form 4
Think I went to 1973 Kia Kaha School, had a different name but the same vibe (and fashion)
I do do enjoy the updates from Kia Kaha school. I also remember the strap and how the headmaster at school beat a Samoan boy to a pulp with his strap. I hated Mr Graham intensely from that day. I didn't know what racism and brutality to children were then. But I knew it was terribly wrong. We weren't told what the boy had done but he,was given 6 of the best in each of the 5 classrooms. Our was the last. My mother liked Mr Graham. Perhaps she and the other parents didn't know what he was capable of.
Sigh.
A work of scholarship. Chloe et al will smile at the characterisations
So well put.