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[YorkieonmyPillow]

When I was in fourth grade, the teacher was talking about Louisville and said something about "how it smells" when you enter the city limits......(bourbon?)....anyway.....she called on me to answer and I said I didn't know, as I'd never been there. Her response was, "You've never been to Louisville?!????," like it was the freakiest thing she'd ever heard.

I was embarrassed.....

Another time in grade school, a girl and I were seated with the class, waiting for the teacher to come in.

We got to talking about something silly, and we were giggling.

Well.

Here comes this harpie of a teacher, and when she saw us laughing (gasp!), her "face" turned TO STONE, and she made us stand up in front of the class and she berated us and gave us a thorough dressing-down.

Old crone.

[Bird mama]

The priest preparing me for confirmation saidy dad was going to limbo, not heaven when he died because he wasn't baptized Catholic. He said it in front of my 7th grade class. Let's just leave it with I ended up in the principal's office, yet again lol

[icezeus]

I also attended private school. (Catholic) I wonder how many of us have been scarred for life. (smile)

In the fourth grade our teacher told everyone not to speak and if we did we would get the paddle. While the teacher was giving her lesson my neighbor leaned over to whisper something to me. I turned to her to tell her to be quiet, and who did the teacher see talking. The teacher. Ms. Guidry, I still remember that horrid name called me up to the front of the class, made me bend over and I received 10 swats. My rear was on fire, and I was crying horribly. I went home and told my grandmother whom I loved dearly, but she was very old school. If the teacher said that you did it then you did. When my mom arrived, I told her and she immediately went up to the school. I am obviously not aware of what took place during the conversation, but needless to say. Teachers nor Nuns were allowed to spank me anymore.

GO MOM!!

[icezeus]

I attended Catholic Private school for 12 years. I remember when I was in High School, we had to take our tests for each quarter.  The students that were behind in tuition payment were made to sit out on a bench in full view of everyone to see, and wait until their parents came up to the school to either make up the past due  payments or pick them up.

Thankfully, I was never in that situation, but even as a young teenager I just knew that it was wrong.

[SydneyH]

I got stabbed in the thigh with a pair of scissors in sixth grade by the school bully, does that count?

[Bird mama]

Omg Sydney, that's horrible

[SydneyH]

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@Bird mama wrote:
Omg Sydney, that's horrible

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Tell me about it.  I still have the scar.  He missed some tendons in my knee by mere inches I was told.

[Bird mama]

Sydney, did he get disciplined?

[SydneyH]

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@Bird mama wrote:
Sydney, did he get disciplined?

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You know, I can't recall the aftermath.  I remember the actual incident but nothing afterwards.  I'll have to ask my mother, she'll know.  I haven't thought about that pycho in decades...

[surfk]

I don't know if it was the most embarrassing but it was em-bear-assing none-the-less.

I was in first or second grade and in the summer we went to some petting zoo in Door Co., Wisconsin.

It was a very hot, sweltering sort of an afternoon.

(Always a good time to be around barnyard animals).

I saw this dispenser along one of the walkways in the petting zoo.

For, like, a quarter, you could buy a pint-sized bottle of grape juice.

Well, I had my souvenir money on me...so went to the machine and got a grape juice.

As I was gulping it down, a petting zoo attendant came up to me (my parents were busy looking at a bleating lamb or somethin') and said, "Those are for the bears, you know."

I thought I'd DIE. Not merely from whatever was in the bottle that bears were fed but just out of total embarrassment at being seen suckin' down a bottle of petting zoo animal juice.

The guy assured my parents that although it was for feeding the baby bears, it wouldn't hurt me. It was, like, just water and grape juice.

Which it probably was (I mean I have still yet to grow fur). Although even at that age I didn't think they could possibly wash out those bottles between refills.

But on the ride back to the hotel, I also remember thinking to myself, "If its just grape juice, then why not have some for the bears and some for the people?"

I had been quite thirsty that afternoon apparently.