November Flash Club Contest

[Emily]

LAST FEW HOURS TO VOTE! Please - pretty, pretty please with all sorts of delicious things on top and home-baking and hugs and affection in barrel loads- Please vote

 

[Julie]

Basically, anyone who doesn't write EXACTLY 100 words (not including title) is DISQUALIFIED and THROWN OUT ON THEIR SORRY ARSE, so it's an exercise in precision. Words need to be counted by hand, as Word word count can throw up anomalies (such as counting ... as a word).

Gosh, someone's being coached by Miss Emily and her wooden spoon!
Reminds me when evil Miss Warrilow in primary school used to check our shoes were clean, our hands were clean and that we had a hanky in our pocket. If we didn't we had to stand on a stool and count in 'halves,' everyday until someone else messed up. We were only five. I was terrified of her.

 

[Emily]

I've been trying to channel my inner Ms Trunchbull for some time (that's where chocolate cake comes in; I just need to find a "Bruce").

But all joking aside, we had Sister Immaculata, who had a long wooden ruler swinging from her habit and she would whack us on the knuckles or on the legs despite corporal punishment being outlawed years before (In fairness, we found out later she had undiagnosed dementia,but still, we were 7). My cousin was a "citeog" (Gaelic for left handed) and Sr. I got it into her head that she would "train" her out of that abberation!!

 

[Dorm Ant]

Yikes!

I used to get whacked by teachers for walking with a limp. They used a ruler on the back of my legs, when I was going up or down stairs. I would have been about six or seven. Having one leg slightly shorter was a terrible thing, at my school, it seems.

 

[Emily]

Yikes!

I used to get whacked by teachers for walking with a limp. They used a ruler on the back of my legs, when I was going up or down stairs. I would have been about six or seven. Having one leg slightly shorter was a terrible thing, at my school, it seems.

That's really appalling. Not like you could do anything about it... I am sorry that happened. Hopefully the kind of cruelties most people remember are simply no longer tolerated by humanity (I know my kids would be outraged and very vocal if they saw that happening to anyone)

 

[Hannah Faoileán]

I was a citeog. "Don't be a citeog," the nuns would say and make me write with my right hand (which has made me ambidextrous). Nuns didn't hit us, but my ballet teacher, Miss Lydon, used to whack our feet with her walking stick if they weren't turned out properly.

Because I wouldn't jump in the pool at the deep end, the swimming teacher threw me in! I got expelled from saturday swimming lessons at the age of 6 because I spied my chance and tripped her up and in she went (hee hee). She's probably the whole reason I don't like swimming and am scared of water.

 

[Emily]

I was a citeog. "Don't be a citeog," the nuns would say and make me write with my right hand (which has made me ambidextrous). Nuns didn't hit us, but my ballet teacher, Miss Lydon, used to whack our feet with her walking stick if they weren't turned out properly.

Because I wouldn't jump in the pool at the deep end, the swimming teacher threw me in! I got expelled from saturday swimming lessons at the age of 6 because I spied my chance and tripped her up and in she went (hee hee). She's probably the whole reason I don't like swimming and am scared of water.

I shouldn't have laughed at your expulsion.... but hey... heeheehee I'm so impressed. I want to be just like 6 year old Hannah when I grow up

 

[Dorm Ant]

I was a citeog. "Don't be a citeog," the nuns would say and make me write with my right hand (which has made me ambidextrous). Nuns didn't hit us, but my ballet teacher, Miss Lydon, used to whack our feet with her walking stick if they weren't turned out properly.

Because I wouldn't jump in the pool at the deep end, the swimming teacher threw me in! I got expelled from saturday swimming lessons at the age of 6 because I spied my chance and tripped her up and in she went (hee hee). She's probably the whole reason I don't like swimming and am scared of water.

I had a friend who lived in Brighton and I used to wonder why he wouldn't even paddle in the sea, until he told me he was scared of water. A teacher had thrown him into the deep end of a pool. Teachers can be such thugs.

None of the kids said or did anything at my school, because it was a Christian school*, and challenging adults and/or rules didn't happen. I asked, aged almost ten, whether we could do anything to help "the starving people in Ethiopia" and was told no, it was part of God's plan, we should just pray.

So naturally, I became an atheist anarchist aged 10.

(* The weird thing was that my family weren't practicing/church goers. They sent me there because it was nearest, so that I could walk home. My mum couldn't afford a car or bus fares in the early 80s, as there was a massive recession.)

 

[Emily]

Congratulations to @RK Capps

YOU ARE OUR WINNER!!!!! Well done

(I'll be back later today with our December challenge... things have gone a wee bit mad here )

 

[RK Wallis]

Wow, thanks to all who voted

 

[Dorm Ant]

Cool. You get to level up.

 

[Hannah Faoileán]

Congrats @RK Capps

 

[Julie]

I've been trying to channel my inner Ms Trunchbull for some time (that's where chocolate cake comes in; I just need to find a "Bruce").

But all joking aside, we had Sister Immaculata, who had a long wooden ruler swinging from her habit and she would whack us on the knuckles or on the legs despite corporal punishment being outlawed years before (In fairness, we found out later she had undiagnosed dementia,but still, we were 7). My cousin was a "citeog" (Gaelic for left handed) and Sr. I got it into her head that she would "train" her out of that abberation!!

Your poor cousin. Teachers in primary would come around at lunchtime and swap over the knives and forks of left-handed children, forcing them to change hands.

 

[Julie]

Yikes!

I used to get whacked by teachers for walking with a limp. They used a ruler on the back of my legs, when I was going up or down stairs. I would have been about six or seven. Having one leg slightly shorter was a terrible thing, at my school, it seems.

And that reminds me of Mrs Mackintosh our French teacher. We were six and seven, and I remember her smacking my back really hard because I couldn't remember my verbs.

 

[Hannah Faoileán]

And that reminds me of Mrs Mackintosh our French teacher. We were six and seven, and I remember her smacking my back really hard because I couldn't remember my verbs.

Sacre bleu!