speaking as someone who was beaten severely on several occasions by a strict headmaster....I disagree.

I went to a strict old-fashioned grammar school too and all that discipline did was to give me a total disrespect for authority.

thats just you Taw

I went to an old and backwards state grammar school. Not particularly harsh on the pupils and overall the behaviour was better than many of the other local schools. But we've all learnt to hate most traditions in all their forms! Try sitting through the pointlessness of going to Southwark cathedral to sit there for several hours to thank the guys who put money forward to build the original school in the 16th century!

Went to a catholic. Had to wear uniforms. Discipline was either a ruler across the knuckles (by teacher) or a paddle by the Vice Principal depending upon the seriousness of the offense.

Don't know whether it was good or bad for me. I generally think that it was probably for the better only because I had a tendancy to stray into what could have been the "beaten" path if I didn't know what the rules were and how to get around them.

I go to a normal school and we wear uniforms, not that bad
the grade 12's thats what I am just get told that if we mess up in our last 5 days of normal school, we will not be allowed to go to prom. Hitler said he will not be threatening us, but if we do not behave or reach our potential, we will not be allowed to go to prom, so it looks like I might be missing it
They are kinda strict at our school, but not as much with the gr12's we're suppose to be angels by now

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Over here in britain, we appear to be about six months behind the states in "music fashion", I've progressively watched kids getting grungier and grungier over the last couple of years - but more recently I've noticed that baggy is getting "old hat" and the smarter fashions are coming back in again.

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Out of interest Grom, where abouts in the UK are you. I'm on the Surrey/Hampshire border, and for the last 6 maybe 7 years, the only "tribe" we have in numbers is, like i said, townies. Grunge has never really been a big thing in my area. Goth certainly hasn't either. I was in Whitstable, Kent a few weeks back attending an insurance company meeting(and booze up) and i saw one townie. Everyone else was normal. *thinking i should move to whitstable*

There is also a problem with disipline as well. My old school, a girl stabbed a girl i knew, she was expelled, her parents had a tantram over it and she got let back in:0! madness. I don't think there is discipline in schools anymore. I've been out of school for almost 5 years and ppl i know that still go to my old school want out because its turned into a toilet.

Ididn't know you were brought up a Catholic, Ed? probably the mutual shared experience of that singular horror explains a lot..

Bret, pikeys are everywhere, some towns in kent more than others, the medway area is said to be full of them.

Very long story having to do with my paternal grandmother, my Dad not wanting to marry by prearrangement as was still the custom, him choosing a bride whose mother was a Lutheran, test of wills, final demand... OK.. marry her but you both have to become Catholics...... and the rest became dogma.

Part of my catechism was nurtured by a rather peculiarly voodoo-ish version taught by Mexican nuns when I lived in California. Another long story. And, yeah, ended up being an altar boy too. Yet another long story.

I was an altar boy too, for several years, and I also sang in the choir. I also used to get smashed on the altar wine and make bombs with stuff I nicked from the vestry. And I used to steal the collection money as well, and spend it on cigs and comics, and later, porno mags.

I couldn't STAND the sacristy wine. I was at a Franciscan chapel and the stuff was soooo sweet the sugar would crust up the bottle mouth if we didn't wipe it clean.

Couple of us got sick on the stuff once. I still gag a little when I taste a particluarly sweet Marsala or even a port.

There was a Franciscan brother who policed the money. Big guy with anchors on his forearms. None of has the b*lls to get on his bad side. Our vestments were miniature
monks habits with rope belts, etc. We didn't have to wear sandals though.

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probably the mutual shared experience of that singular horror explains a lot..

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Just noticed that. Yeah. Explains too much perhaps?

Edited by - Indy11 on 8/18/2004 6:22:57 PM

Altar boys eh?

An altar boy, Taw? *Shakes head in despair* I went through all of that Catholic dogma during my schooling, and even *I*, good little bubba that I am, never went for such a thing. Ah, I'll never be able to see Taw as truly evil ever again. I'm so disillusioned...