remember 'the strap'

..us older kids will remember 'the strap'...see...back when we were in school if we did something wrong we were sent to the office.The principal would question us and then out comes the strap..usually a rubber thing about the size of a ruler..the principal would then proceed to hit your hand repeatedly depending on how bad you were...they outlawed the strap some time in the late 60s but I still remember that it was a helluva deterrent to criminal behavior in grade 6



now there is a movement to get the strap back into the classroom ...opinions?

 

Yeah, Mention "The Strap" nowadays and it brings thoughts of lesbian naughtiness.

 

I went to Catholic schools in the late 50s and early 60s and had my hands whacked plenty by enthusiastic nuns up until my second year in high school. They used a heavy, rubber strap with a pebbled surface that we called the Beaver Tail. One short nun had a small step-stool she'd climb before delivering her blows, so she could get more leverage into them.

Straps are what they used before Ritalin was invented.

 

Wow. Nuns smacking kids is fabled. It didn't happen at my public school ,but one time I and another jerk-off were being given a talkin' to by our principal and my friend was making faces at me while I was being talked at--I let slip a grin and WHAM!! The principal slapped the shit out of me and I saw stars and heard the old ringing in my ears. These days he would go to jail and we would score some bucks,if that happened. 8th grade--Never forgot it.

No--no hitting kids in school.

 

one time we got caught shooting spitballs through bic pens...the only kid that got strapped had taped together 10 pens to fashion a spitball machine gun..the teacher turned her back and he peppered the whole class..it was maybe the most awesome thing that happened in grade 7

 

remember it... HELL, THEY STILL USE IT IN SCHOOLS HERE IN TEXAS!

 

Yeah... I have memories of that... I also know that the first time I got the strap was the last time they had any bit of co-operation from me on anything.

Really great idea that is... take a child who gets beaten black blue and bloody at home, and think that slapping his hand with a piece of leather will fix him...

Sure did wonders for my attitude...

 

Yeah- I was in Catholic school way back then- - the nuns whacked our knuckles with the big ruler
Fortunetley they didnt hear of "the strap"- or Sister Catherine Gerard would have had one slung over her shoulders , next to the rosery beads she wore as a necklace- ready to use it- - haha

BTW- why did nuns always use 3 names- and one was a guys name?
Sr. Marie Dennis
Sr. Kevin Ann- -
I cant remember the others right now- but Im sure it was the same deal

 

i just did a search and apparently nuns take the names of their parents..hence 1 male name...i was taught by priests and nuns in high school...we had a priestwhose job title was ''disciplinarian''...he was also a boxing coach..very scary guy even being a priest

 

I also got the big ruler on the knuckles at good ol' St. James. And standing in the hall with arms outstretched holding all my heavy textbooks. And boy-o you better not let your arms fall below shoulder level, or another good whack. At the time I hated it.

Looking back though, incidents like those - though extremely memorable - were few. And most of the rest of the time, everyone was pretty well behaved and unharassed. Nowadays yeah, you'd never see stuff like that without a lawsuit... but I know my kid's high school of 4000 was a bit of a cesspool and kind of run by mouthy kids who knew their rights and were actively belligerent to the staff. And the unmitigated gaul of some them and the ineffective means to maintain order available to the teachers weren't extremely beneficial to kids that were interested in learning. Complicated issue, I'm glad I don't have kids in school anymore.

 

Violence towards kids is a terrible idea. Their brians are forming and those experiences are very difficult to overcome. Please raise your children in a nonviolent loving manner for their happiness.

 

I never got that bit of fun.

My high school gave "swats", a polite way of saying "beatings", with paddles with holes to reduce air resistance.

Didn't work too well, when going to recieve them most (smart) people would take a stop in the bathroom, and stuff a few rolls worth of toilet paper in their pants, and no biggie. Other than for the janitors who had the replace the rolls and pick up all the paper they shedded on their way back to class.

There was some interesting sexually deviant shit going on with the principal, he took specific interest and pleasure in paddling known promiscuous girls while saying interestingly strangled sounding things about them thinking before being bad again.

Never happened to me, but I must say, if a school official hit me in any way, I probably would have broken something. Over their head, that is.

I have to say, all physical punishment or any in general which I considered cruel or misplaced ever did to me was create a burning hatred, and a burning desire to do much worse, while evading detection.

 

It happened to me though. Now, I'm crippled to believe that billing and printing is destroying the Planet. Commercialism, on the other hand, makes me nihilistic. And I am destroying the planet by the way I effect love.

 

Mmm...I love lesbian naughtiness...

 

Someone would use the strap on me and I'd know I'd be twice as worse with every punishment. Physical discipline never worked on me. The only thing that ever really worked was my moms puppy-dog eyes and the whole 'I'm disappointed in you' talk, and it only worked when I could sense that she was sincere, but half the time she didn't give a fuck anyways cuz half the shit that I pulled in high school she did as well.

 

I never got the strap

I got one hell of a suspension record though :2thumbsup:..and plenty of conferences regarding expelling ....but those never came to fruition

 

lol me too, BBAD. It's like we were a match made in heaven.

 

i know when I was hit in school by a nun, she needed a whole set of front teeth when I swung my loaded bookbag in her face.... Ocaasioally when I take a walk, I find the biggest brick I can and toss it thru the windows of that pedo school.. Mckees Rocks Catholic/ Lets not forget father ryan- they give this fucking Asshole a statue in the name of peace.. Fuck him/ cant wait til its finished so I can vandalize the fucking thing1!!

 

You're one of my favorite immature mature people