Originally Posted by
Paulclem
I remember the c*ck of our school. I had three fights with him that I didn't want from age 8-ish to 15. I didn't win one, but I was getting closer. The good thing about fighting at school was that you knew - because of the rumpus it caused - that someone would come along and break up the proceedings. The worst words were - "I'll see you at half three" - especially in the morning where the word would go round the classes and a sense of excitement would grow amongst everyone but you - slowly filling with a dread of anticipation. It was a relief to get the whole business over with a few bruises and muddy trousers.
One of the older c*cks was called Sid Okker - a name that would put terror into our young hearts, though I never saw him lift a finger in anger. He did have a face like the back of a bashed up bus.
They used to say that school was the best years of your life, but it wasn't. In the 70s it was full of random violence, bullying that was never addressed, and someone was always out to "get" you - (or was that just me). The potential for a fight was there the whole time at the rough comprehensive I went to. I remember a sixth former being put in hospital by three lads who were 2 years younger than him. After I'd left school, two of my brother's classmates beat a lad I knew to death with a golf club, and another bloke, who used to be at school with us, murdered his girlfriend. He'd been picked on terribly at school, and I couldn't help thinking that it was somehow part of that terrible thing.
The school couldn't and didn't cope with bullying at all. My impression of schools now is that there is a lot more posturing and shouting, but less actual violence. Like you Fifth, I think they try to deal with it now. I didn't hate school, but when I left I realised gradually what a horrible place it was, and how crap some of the teachers were. Some were very good. Lots were mediocre at best.