I’m 66 years old and the memory is as fresh as yesterday. ON my 3rd day a Hauraki Primary, so 5 years and 3 days old, I received 4 heavy blows on my soft little hands. My crime, being pulled around on a broom at lunch time. The Brute of a woman ,whom i didn’t know, struck,
with such force and accuracy that I wet my pants . Welcome to the vicious and sadistic and sick side of the New Zealand education system . The nightmare had begun…..
Thanks Phil, goodness yes, you were priviliged indeed to be whacked by someone important. I must admit the 'long-hair' punishments had slipped my mind, being both so common and ridiculous. Having sideburns evily long was a misdemenour I was regularly picked up on - looking back at some pictures of myself back then, I can almost sympathise - they were indeed a crime against aesthetic sensibility. And as for walking on a wet lawn, how could you!!
I’m 66 years old and the memory is as fresh as yesterday. ON my 3rd day a Hauraki Primary, so 5 years and 3 days old, I received 4 heavy blows on my soft little hands. My crime, being pulled around on a broom at lunch time. The Brute of a woman ,whom i didn’t know, struck,
with such force and accuracy that I wet my pants . Welcome to the vicious and sadistic and sick side of the New Zealand education system . The nightmare had begun…..
I should of course have been grateful for the attention from such a distinguished New Zealander
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terry_McCombs
Ah yes.well written.
crimes for which I was strapped or caned
-walking on a wet lawn
- swinging on a tree branch..which broke
-running sawdust thru my fingers in woodwork class
-and 6 of the best from T.H McCombs principal of Cashmere later to become NZ High Commissioner to the Uk..for having collar length hair..😅
Thanks Phil, goodness yes, you were priviliged indeed to be whacked by someone important. I must admit the 'long-hair' punishments had slipped my mind, being both so common and ridiculous. Having sideburns evily long was a misdemenour I was regularly picked up on - looking back at some pictures of myself back then, I can almost sympathise - they were indeed a crime against aesthetic sensibility. And as for walking on a wet lawn, how could you!!