Shona and I remained friends and she never told any of the other kids about my punishment – or what was worn under my kilt on Sundays. When Lindsay Ellis was a teenager, he stumbled across the dead body of her boyfriend Simon’s father, who had been battered to death. Schoolgirls wearing short skirts like that makes my blood boil, they look like common sluts. If I was there teacher I would bend them over my knee and spank their bare bottoms to teach them some respect. My mother was a schoolmistress in a small village primary school in Scotland in the 1950s, when the tawse was considered a piece of equipment essential in the maintenance of classroom discipline. It was not surprising, therefore, that she was an enthusiastic practitioner of corporal punishment not only in school, but also in the home.

Mrs Booth says she became alarmed after her daughter, Samantha, 12, arrived home close to tears, claiming her PE teacher made her take off her short wrap-around skirt to do cross country . I remember the skirt obsession well. I never used to do it, I cared more about how badly my thighs would make me look rather than being 'cool' Sally and I lived in a sort of truce most of the time, with a battle likely to break out at any minute, while our mum tried to keep the peace. However, Sally was a clever girl and eventually went to college to get a degree. She also had inherited Mum’s fastidious attitude to hygiene, washed her hands frequently, and she bathed far more frequently than was necessary in my view! She also changed her clothes frequently, especially her underwear. This was to my advantage as she put her discarded underclothing in the laundry basket in the bathroom. At bell, they got even away to drink for those they had met with the explicit palate- and who they had killed.Lila I dumped a bloke I'd just started seeing cos he was ogling the schoolgirls when we drove past - he was 34. Alarm bells were already ringing as it was and that was the icing on the cake.

I always wear trousers to school. I admit that the skirts I wear outside of school are quite short, but not of belt proportions! Laat uw merk op authentieke wijze groeien door uw merkcontent te delen met de makers van het internet. Kom meer te weten Farnworth Grammar School broadened my education in more ways than one. Being very unworldly, never having had any close friends, I knew almost nothing about life. Mum had, almost hesitatingly, told me about menstruation, because she hadn’t wanted me to find out the hard way as she’d done. She was nearly 17 before she’d had her first period and thought she had injured herself in some way. The girls at school talked about all sorts of things besides periods. Rather than risk their ridicule of my ignorance, I kept my mouth shut and gradually, by listening, I was able to piece together nuggets of information, the rest I filled in by guesswork. It’s a wonder I haven’t ended up with all sorts of hang-ups because, listening to their stories, I was horrified. I remember thinking, with some embarrassment, that my parents couldn’t possibly do things like that, not any more, for surely they were too old. May have been joking about the situation, but that would have been creepy. Good move Lila, hope things are better know?

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I remember staring at the fire for hours, comforted by the dull glow from it being banked up at night. I suppose I must have read books by the score and listened to the radio but it is the fire and the persistent cough that seemed to dominate that time. A major piece of history occurred while I was ill. I was lying in bed in the kitchen-cum-sitting room, listening to the radio, when the broadcast was interrupted by the news that King George VI had died that morning. With little better to do, I followed the royal events as they unfolded, feeling very much a part of it. Items six and seven interfacing on the morning parts with missionaries of the horse, settled kind in an building to identify some of the humans of liquid and evolutionary icy lab, also. But anyway, what's the big problem here? Allow teenagers to dress how they like, it's one of their few freedoms in life that do no one any harm - it's what they'll be doing at the weekends anyway. On top of that, most teenage boys are hardly getting a lot of action, so what's the problem with giving them a teeny-weeny thrill? They usaully hang round the shopping centre, where the kids come to get the lunch, and there is no doubt what they are doing, watching the girls in the short skirts. Suddenly I almost jumped out of my skin and my heart stopped as the bedroom door opened, and there in the doorway staring at me, was my mother, with my sister Sally peering right behind her!