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The Library => Haley Center Basement => Topic started by: Snaggletiger on May 07, 2012, 12:49:03 PM
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Was having a discussion elsewhere about school and what kinds of discipline you recall growing up. Old Coach Moody who would thump your ears if you got out of line or paddle the open palms of your hands with a thin, wooden board like a paint stirrer. Stung like hell. Had several coaches known to wield a big ole board they would lift you off the gorund with.
What were some things teachers/coaches did to straighten your mischevious a$$ out? Do they still use the board or is that a thing of the past now that you literally can't touch a student anymore? Did they run you til you puked? Outside of the athletic setting, is there discipline anymore?
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In HS, the late Coach Jefferies would turn his 1957 NC ring around, come up behind us in the lunch room and whack us on the back of the head with it for talking too loud, or getting rowdy, or sometimes just for general purposes.
In middle school, Coach Reynolds had a long paddle with a two handed handle that and had the end tapered off for aerodynamics. Looked like a cricket mallet or whatever they call it. He was also old and getting senile, had had his melon scrambled a bit in a car accident where he was the only survivor of the 5 or 6 coaches in the car, and I don't think he knew how hard he was swinging.
Also in MS, Coach Hatchett would carry a Jokari paddle in his hand all the time during P.E. H called in "The Jacrotchy". A couple of kids each period would get the wrath of "The Jacrotchy".
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Coach Lowe (who is the HC at Central PC now and played under the Bahr at Bammer) used to use the paddle with authority during varsity athletics class, moreso than practice. Not sure if they still do it now though. That was early, mid 90's when he did that as the Def Coord.It was just part of it, and the toughest guys would cry their eyes out. I would say I wouldn't be surprised if they still do it there since the same cast of characters is still there for the most part, but I can't imagine they do seeing the PC nature of today's environment.
I also had a nun teacher (went to a Catholic school for grades 2-6) who was as mean as a badger. You talk during class? Ruler to the top of hand including the end of it hitting your middle knuckles. Everytime you talked was an extra lick. Needless to say, it didn't happen much after the first 2-3 weeks of school. The woman had to have been almost 80 then, and that was around the mid 80's.
All of the old school stuff worked great. All it takes is for one oddball to challenge it with some PC bullshit because they were offended. And that is what happens in every place now. :facepalm:
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We had Coach Ballard, ex marine MP, coached the O and D Line, Baseball, and taught driver's ed. If you were an athlete and made below a C and he found out about it you got the paddle. His method was to grab a guy by the middle belt loop in the back and lift up until your toes were barely touched the ground and give you a whack with his paddle, kinda combo wedgie-whoopin'.
In grade school we had Miss Grochowski. She was about 5'3" and 350lbs+. She would walk around in her huge flowered dress with the handle of a ping pong paddle sticking it out and could quick draw that thing and whack you with it before you realized she was even around.
The one that I could not imagine happening today was my 5th and 6th grade Sunday School teacher at our little country church. He was a rancher and farmer and looked like the guy from the Jimmy Dean song, "6'6" and 245, kinda broad in the shoulders and narrow in the hips". That guy was country strong and did not hesitate to pull you up in front of the class and paddle your ass. Then he would go tell you parents and that meant (for me at least) another whipping when I got home (my Dad's punishment for me) and a hand written apology from me to Mr. Luker for acting up (my Mom's punishment for me).
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Threatened to call my mother. My life was over if she received a call from school.
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Threatened to call my mother. My life was over if she received a call from school.
This...then mama told dad and I'd get that belt on the back of the bare legs whoopin'. Damn, that hurt.
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Had one that would thump you on the ears. Mostly paddling. Unless you were in a coaches class. Not only did you get your ass whipped, at 3:30 practice time you were running until you wanted to puke. Some teachers would leave bruises they swung so hard, others we would laugh at.
In elementary school ruler to the hand by a couple of teachers, but a lot would paddle too.
AU_Tiger_2000 mentioned grades. Our baseball coach would go by and get his players report cards off the printer the day before they came out. C was 1 mile and 5 diamond suicides. D was 2 miles and 5 diamond suicides and an F was 3 miles and 5 diamond suicides. Once had a teacher type in a 6 on the number pad instead of a 9. I knew I made an A in Lit. I pleaded my case and asked him if we could talk to my Lit teacher. Nope, ran my 2 miles and 5 diamond suicides. When he later found out that it was a mistake he told me it built character.
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Maybe somewhat of a disciplinary move. We had two guys in 9th grade who were at each other all the time. Got to a point where the coach at P.E. took both of them into to weight room, locked the door..put boxing gloves on em' and made them squash it right then and there.
We were all outside the door listening and squash it they did. Wonder how parents would react to that kind of thing these days. Hmmm....
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If there was a football player had a problem with another student, Coach Klatt would open the gym up in the morning before school and the two with the problem went in and solved it while Coach stayed outside.
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our hs band director, wait...this is about football and jock stuff. sorry.
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our hs band director, wait...this is about football and jock stuff. sorry.
No. Betas are allowed to post too.
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No. Betas are allowed to post too.
chizad, white courtesy phone.
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chizad, white courtesy phone.
Buff out that won't.
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This...then mama told dad and I'd get that belt on the back of the bare legs whoopin'. Damn, that hurt.
Almost the opposite for me.
My Mom would chase me around the house with a belt screaming "you just wait until your Dad gets home!!!"
Worst beating I ever got was when I said it couldn't be any worse when he did get home.
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Almost the opposite for me.
My Mom would chase me around the house with a belt screaming "you just wait until your Dad gets home!!!"
Worst beating I ever got was when I said it couldn't be any worse when he did get home.
One time when I was about 15, I came home to find mom rearranging my room. I was 15...so that pissed me off. Plus, she had thrown out my Marvel comics collection. That sent me through the roof. I called her a few choice names and went to another room. In a minute, she comes in there with a belt and I quickly let her know she wasn't hitting me with that thing. She turns 8 shades of red and drew back with the belt. I reached up and grabbed it from her and threw it across the room.
You ever do something that makes time stand still for a minute...something that brings on that realization that you...have just....royally....fucked up. I watched as the belt twirled in slow motion across the den....knowing the next words I heard would be, "You just wait....well, you know the rest...
I did wait (Shouldn't have) and he did come home (Wish he hadn't) Mom sounded like Charlie Brown's teacher in the bedroom telling him about the episode. WAH WAAAHH...WAH WAH WAH WAH WAAAAAAHHHH.....Door flings open and out charges dad....belt ripping through the loops as he prepares to whip some Snaggle ass. "Not gonna' hit you with this belt, huh?" Now, this ain't no butt whipping with the belt. This is whatever opening he could find as I backed down the hallway with my arms up in protect mode. Then the belt comes flying out of his hand and it's a sho-nuff ass whoopin'. Ironically, the thing that saved me from certain ICU status was the fact that mom had pulled the bed in the middle of the room. I jumped to the other side and for the next minute, it's Snags countering his every move from the other side of the bed until finally, I outlasted him. He storms out and I run lock the door.
He'll be 80 in 10 days. I think I can take him now.
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He'll be 80 in 10 days. I think I can take him now.
Funny you say this.
The Warden turns 80 on the 13th.
He told me one time when I was about 13 that he "didn't care if I got to be 6'6" and 300 pounds, he would still beat the hell out me". I still would not want to tangle with him.
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Funny you say this.
The Warden turns 80 on the 13th.
He told me one time when I was about 13 that he "didn't care if I got to be 6'6" and 300 pounds, he would still beat the hell out me". I still would not want to tangle with him.
I would prefer to tangle with your avatar.
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Almost the opposite for me.
My Mom would chase me around the house with a belt screaming "you just wait until your Dad gets home!!!"
Worst beating I ever got was when I said it couldn't be any worse when he did get home.
My mom would spank me. Sometime around when I was 11 or 12 they stopped hurting, but I'd feign some tears and sniffles so she'd think she'd done the job. One day, while she was spanking me, I tried to fake cry and busted out laughing. It wasn't pretty when dad got home. Bad thing then too, was my dad was a fireman up until I graduated HS, and sometimes I had to wait a full 24 hours to get my "just wait until when your dad gets home". That's a long time for a kid to dread a whoopin'.
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My mom would spank me. Sometime around when I was 11 or 12 they stopped hurting, but I'd feign some tears and sniffles so she'd think she'd done the job. One day, while she was spanking me, I tried to fake cry and busted out laughing. It wasn't pretty when dad got home. Bad thing then too, was my dad was a fireman up until I graduated HS, and sometimes I had to wait a full 24 hours to get my "just wait until when your dad gets home". That's a long time for a kid to dread a whoopin'.
Little Buzz has gotten to the point that simple spankings don't faze him. I realized this the last time he told me "that didn't hurt." I really thought I had broken my hand after that...
Now, the jedi mind trick of "you just wait" works better than any spanking he may have gotten when he was younger.
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Funny you say this.
The Warden turns 80 on the 13th.
He told me one time when I was about 13 that he "didn't care if I got to be 6'6" and 300 pounds, he would still beat the hell out me". I still would not want to tangle with him.
My money is on the Warden.
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What type of discipline do you think Sandusky used?