Dipping the young sheilas in fronts plaits
into the inkwell on your desk-lol.
The pain and suffering from doing it.
Think i have permanent scars on my rrse
from my schooldays.
Richo.
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Big cheer for me - I did the "quotey thingo" - one of eBay's latest inventions for our enjoyment and good "functionality" :-x
My Oh used to do that also!!!! He was always getting the cuts with the cane!!!
What state/area do you come from Richo???? I'm sure you've hung around with my OH :^O
He took up smoking at 8 and used to smoke under the those wooden classrooms - the temporary ones that used to stay there forever!!! Thankfully he gave up smoking 26 years for the last time - then he was hiding behind our garge from the kids :O:^O I gave it up 28 years ago for good!
I didn't have plaits so it didn't happen to me. My mother made me have short hair until I was in 5th year and then only after a fight because I thought I was old enough to choose my own hair style. All my daughters had very long hair :^O
I only had boys in my class until Primary - from then on it was all girls, so we were more refined - Bankstown Central, NSW - anybody??? High School - anybody here from Wiley Park High in NSW?? I started 1958 - the 2nd year it was opened. It was very strict - and we had the worst PE uniform with those horrible bloomer pants. One day, some norti girls decided to just wear their pants and blouses without the wondeful PE tunic down to our knees with the rope cord around the waist - they got into big trouble and probably got detention. No, I wasn't one of them. Our school colours were green and yellow - School song started..."We girls who stand in colours of our land, so grand...." - very patriotic. We had to wear brown school shoes and also sandshoes for sport - our headmistress was lovely but very strict and it was almost like a Private School in many ways.
Here's a joke I just read on a US newsletter I get called "Suddenly Seniors" - it
has great jokes if anybody's interested.Can't put some here, as I'll be like Richo was at School :^O
MEMORY GOING?
He was leaving a meeting at the church, and looking for his keys. They were not in his pockets, and a quick search of the meeting room revealed nothing.
Suddenly he realized he must have left them in the car. Frantically, he headed for the parking lot. His wife, had scolded him many times in the past for leaving the keys in the ignition. His theory was that the ignition was the best place NOT to lose them. Her theory was that the car could be stolen.
As he ran from the doors of the church, he came to a terrifying conclusion. Her theory was right. The parking lot was empty.
He immediately called the police, giving them the location and the make & model of the vehicle, and confessed that he had left the keys in the car.
Then he made the most difficult call of all. "Honey, I left the keys in the car, and it has been stolen.
There was a period of silence, and then he heard her voice, "I dropped you off this morning", she barked. Then it was his time to be silent. Embarrassed he said, "Well come and get me." To which she replied, "I will, as soon as I convince this policeman I have not stolen your car."
Well best get back to my listings and see what;s happening.
Thinking and praying for those coping with the awful rain and floods - think Summer has passed us by.
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