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maman

pollypenny wrote: »

Needlework, please, gels!

With Miss Griffiths we had to measure our tacking stitches. Made a picket apron in the first year, then something always referred to as 'the garment' in the second:

an enormous pair of knickers in green gingham to match our school dresses!

I bought more material an made a top, so that it became baby doll pyjamas.

Oh dear, Miss Griffiths, sounds like another Welsh teacher! I had Miss Ivy Davies and she sounds exactly the same! :eek:

We made a useless apron too with drawn threadwork and bias binding. In the second year we made a baby's romper which was effectively a big pair of knickers with a bib top. They were so enormous that they fitted me at 13 years old!

My mum could sew so they weren't successful in killing my love for needlework so I've always been able to do dressmaking, alterations and embroidery.

chanie

I had Sister Patricia teaching us Religious Studies during my first year of secondary school and she was always manhandling us students and giving us slaps. I told my Mum and and she refused to believe the ‘little old nun’ she met on parents evening was capable of violence. 😂😂

I had the day off work as it was the last day of half term. Planned to take the children out, but my car wouldn’t start. We could have taken public transport, but it would have taken too long to get anywhere and I had a work call I needed to get back for. Luckily, it was only a flat battery on the car and OH jump started it when he got in.

I have a weeks annual leave before I start my new role and I’m looking forward to planning some fun things to do. I want to do something ‘different’ like visiting a historical site I haven’t been to before, a theatre trip or some kind of activity. Will get investigating......

candygirl

pollypenny wrote: »

Needlework, please, gels!

With Miss Griffiths we had to measure our tacking stitches. Made a picket apron in the first year, then something always referred to as 'the garment' in the second:

an enormous pair of knickers in green gingham to match our school dresses!

I bought more material an made a top, so that it became baby doll pyjamas.

Omg I made a nightie, n a pe bag in sewing lessons at school.Bloody hated that, n cookery classes, although I love cooking now :rotfl:

silvasava

Amazing isn't it how many of us have been scarred for life by mean & nasty teachers. Makes you wonder why they chose that job in the first place. My needlework teacher was also my cookery teacher and she was a nasty person too. Luckily my Mum sewed so she hasn't impacted me in later life but although I'm a fair cook it's not something I would do for pleasure. Just thought - I'm off to the club this morning to help DS1 do sausage mash & gravy lunch for about 30 blokes on the work party! Doesn't really count as haute cuisine though lol.

lessonlearned

I don't know Silva but it does seem that many bullies choose professions where either young or vulnerable people are at their mercy.

My school had a mixture of nuns and lay teachers. The only Male lay teacher was gay. The nuns were horrible, only one of them was remotely human, the rest were just thoroughly nasty pieces of work. The joke was they were called "The sisters of Mercy". Mercy my foot, they didn't have a kind bone in their bodies. I could tell you stories.......

Fortunately I only attended the secondary school - it was fee paying but I got there on a scholarship. They had a feeder school where they took little ones from the age of 3. I count my lucky stars I didn't start with them at that tender age. At least being 11 I could stand up for myself - usually by employing "passive resistance".

Never arguing or fighting back, just quietly going my own sweet way. It took the wind out of their sails because I gave them no cause to pounce on me. Still got caned regularly though, they would find some lame excuse. I think they just did it because they were sadists.

One nun in particular seemed to derive unhealthy pleasure from dishing out corporal punishment. God she was as ugly as sin. Made nanny MCPhee look ravishing by comparison. It didn't take a genius or a psychology degree to work out what was going on there.

She saved her real venom for the pretty or popular girls. I wasn't pretty but for some reason I was one of the popular ones. Her dilemma was that although she disliked me with a passion she was the choir mistress and she wanted my voice for the choir.......:rotfl:

I'm not particularly proud of this but by the age of 13 I had had quite enough of religion being rammed down my throat so I regularly played truant. No one ever said anything. I think they didn't know what to do with a young girl who proclaimed to be an atheist.

The supreme irony was that I had a good voice so they wanted me to sing in the choir at Mass. I went along with it....anything for a quiet life. I went through the motions of attending mass, confessions etc but it meant nothing to me and they must have known it but they probably congratulated themselves on having broken my resistance. Hypocrites the lot of them, me too I suppose for going along with it all but it kept me out of trouble. And I never let them break my spirit. I just paid lip service.

I also made damned sure I was never alone with the priest.......:eek: his name rhymed with pervert and when we girls were old enough to understand we knew to stay well clear. Even as an innocent young girl I sensed something although I didn't fully understand why he made me feel so uncomfortable. All I knew was that he made my flesh crawl.

My one saving grace was my English teacher......a lay teacher who took me under her wing, quietly directing my reading and encouraging my love of history, art and culture. She must have seen a spark of something in me because as you know I was hopeless at maths, couldn't get my head round science, was a disaster at sport and despite having a mother who was fluent in 4 languages I couldn't seem to learn foreign languages either.

Whilst playing truant I spent a lot of time in our city's library, museums and galleries. With my English teachers gentle direction and guidance I largely educated myself in all things arty.

Wasted opportunity really because I was smart but my academic career was a total disaster. I left school at 15 without a single qualification to my name. I couldn't get out of the place fast enough.

There must have been hundreds of schools like that and thousands of children who suffered at the hands of indifferent or sadistic teachers but our parents trusted them and never questioned what was going on.

Hopefully not so many get away with it these days. I was certainly Uber protective of my children and I made it my business to keep a close eye on their schooling. I was determined they would get a better educational experience than the one I had to endure.

Another wet day here......:rotfl:

candygirl

Wednesday2000 wrote: »

I really don't like the black trench coat I bought from M&S.:mad:

I am going to donate it.:( I do like the biker jacket, however. I have such a problem with jackets and coats fitting me.

I like the satin pyjama top but the pyjama bottoms are so big. I am swimming in them. I am totally mismatched on my top and bottom half. I was actually laughing when I looked in the mirror as it looked like I was in Charlie Chaplin trousers or something from the circus.:rotfl:

I did like the berry perfume I bought from Superdrug the other day.:A

I was thinking that I have nothing coming up socially for a few weeks now. I might start exercising after my antibiotics end in a couple of days. I'm feeling a lot better now, thankfully.

I may go out on Friday to drop off the charity shop donation and then maybe look around the chazzers for a few jumpers as it has turned chiller here now.:)





I think that is cute, but wow it would not suit my particular body shape!:eek:




Amazing!:T:T:T

Can you not get a refund for the trench coat?
All this talk of horrid teachers, makes me proud to say that on the whole, my pupils liked and respected me.I was firm, but fair, and always tried to appeal to their better natures.
I worked in some really rough schools, in deprived areas, and some of the kids were from horrific backgrounds.They'd come to school filthy, and starving, so I always had breakfast bars, and bottles of water ready for them
My Mum was taught at a convent school, and had similar experiences to You LL.The nuns were sadistic :mad:
When I'm out and about in town, I often still hear the shout of "Miss!", and an ex pupil will dash over to hug me, or in some cases even buy me a drink .A lot of them have made great successes of their lives, despite the odds

Wednesday2000

Candygirl - I'm not sure if i can as I cut out the labels as it didn't look that bad at first.

I went to a convent secondary school. Some of the teachers were nice.

I remember my Biology teacher being very sweet. She taught at my sixth form college too. I went there to work in a temp admin job after leaving uni and she was still working there. It was Christmas and she was drinking from a bottle of vodka in her bag and offered me some!:eek::eek::eek:

I suppose teaching can be a stressful job!:rotfl:

silvasava wrote: »

Amazing isn't it how many of us have been scarred for life by mean & nasty teachers. Makes you wonder why they chose that job in the first place.

Yes, I agree.

candygirl

Wednesday2000 wrote: »

Candygirl - I'm not sure if i can as I cut out the labels as it didn't look that bad at first.

I went to a convent secondary school. Some of the teachers were nice.

I remember my Biology teacher being very sweet. She taught at my sixth form college too. I went there to work in a temp admin job after leaving uni and she was still working there. It was Christmas and she was drinking from a bottle of vodka in her bag and offered me some!:eek::eek::eek:

I suppose teaching can be a stressful job!:rotfl:



Yes, I agree.

Oh yea there's a shocking amount of alchy teachers.They're in the wrong job , if they have to drink to handle it

lessonlearned

At last......it's finally stopped raining and they've promised 3 days of sun......wahoo. No heat in it of course but it's nice to have some better quality light and blue skies. Might even manage to get out in the garden.....I bought a load of spring flowering bulbs, need to get them in soon.

Had a fab time yesterday, teaching my grandson to dance. La Bamba, Vida Loca, Bamboleo. :rotfl: love those Latin rhythms. So energising and joyful. I really must look for some dance classes. Best form of exercise and much more fun than slogging it out in the gym.

Watched a documentary about obesity last night (recorded it during the week). It was called The Truth About Obesity. I think it aired last Wednesday. Anyway very interesting and worth a watch. They did a test comparing going to the gym with just being more active in our normal daily lives to see which burned more calories. Being more active came out top.

Speaking of which .....back to the decorating today. Final push to get the dining room finished by the end of November. That will definitely burn up some extra calories. :rotfl:

Have a great day y'all.

Wednesday2000

candygirl wrote: »

Oh yea there's a shocking amount of alchy teachers.They're in the wrong job , if they have to drink to handle it

I'm quite self confident but I couldn't do that job, especially not secondary school age kids!