Smack Heads
There’s a lot of debate at the moment about smacking children;
Whether it’s appropriate in civilised society to use violence to direct a child’s behaviour
Whether smacking your child is a lesson in being cruel to be kind
Whether it’s ok to smack another person’s child
Whether it’s best if we all smack every child we lay eyes on
On a recent Talk Sport radio phone-in, one caller said that if her kiddie was misbehaving in the supermarket she used to threaten it with her singing opera in the middle of the store and that soon brought the little toe-rag into line. Can you imaging that?
I was taught by nuns in primary school and these people new how to be violent. They customised rulers by splitting them at the ends or by tying a two together so they inflicted maximum pain when hit with them. Nuns were brilliant at throwing chalk and board rubbers. They always aimed for the temple. If you were lucky there’d be four of you still conscious at the end of an English lesson.
I think most of these nuns were blokes who couldn’t make the grade as priests. I know Sister Immaculata had a tattoo of a swallow on her neck and wore size 11 Dr Martin boots.
"Whether it’s ok to smack another person’s child
Whether it’s best if we all smack every child we lay eyes on"
That's how we were raised, and we were a lot better behaved, knowing that our neighbors didn't think anything of knocking seven shades of shite out of us, if we got out of line when our parents weren't around.
"if her kiddie was misbehaving in the supermarket she used to threaten it with her singing opera in the middle of the store and that soon brought the little toe-rag into line"
My grandma was not above pitching an even bigger hissy tantrum, in public, to shame her offspring, and this was in the 40's and 50's.
"I was taught by nuns in primary school and these people new how to be violent. They customised rulers by splitting them at the ends or by tying a two together so they inflicted maximum pain when hit with them. Nuns were brilliant at throwing chalk and board rubbers. They always aimed for the temple. If you were lucky there’d be four of you still conscious at the end of an English lesson."
I wasn't taught by nuns, but at our religious school, our teachers used the same techniques. You can bet your sweet bippy that we all paid attention, all the time, unlike the kids in my daughter's classes today.
I can't believe the so-called "rules" that they have in classrooms nowadays. Your name up on the chalkboard?! For 14-year-olds?! You have got to be shitting me. We would have been taken out and shot, if we had not known how to behave by that age.
And our parents told us, straight out, "Get in to trouble at school, and you'll get in to twice as much trouble when you get home." I know kids that actually refused to go home at the end of the day, because they knew the trouble they'd be in. It would finally dawn on them that maybe, just maybe, they should be better behaved in school.
I don't know how it is over there, but over here now, kids go home and tell their parents that they got in trouble at school, and the parents call up and tell the teachers off! Can you believe that?! The neck of it!
Posted by
Fat Sparrow |
6:26 PM
things are bad all over the world. my cousin's teacher lost her job when she slapped her (the teacher slapped the cousin) after being called a "fat dinosaur".
you have to be amazed at the choice of insults third graders employ these days. in my times we would have called her a bitch, been slapped and all gone merrily home. no fuss.
Posted by
Xill-e-Ilahi |
10:23 PM
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