Your Favourite school memories?

Patster1969 said:
Wasn't particularly keen on the actual school part but used to have to get a train to and from Guildford every day -
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Which direction did you go when you got out of the station?:D

I think "leaving" was the best bit about my Secondary School.... it was a bit like something out of Ripping Yarns (hint) in my day. The cricket was good, but winters were rugby, rugby or rugby... liked the game, but I wasn't good enough to get in the team.

Academically, if you weren't able or willing to get into Oxbridge, they weren't really interested! But plenty of us did really well at other Universities!
 
In our art class there was a little room at the back for materials. The art teacher Mr Peake (a miserable old goat) was in there one day sorting some gear out at the start of the lesson. He foolishly left his keys in the door on the outside so we locked him in. It was was one of the most funny things I've ever witnessed as his shouts got more and more aggressive as time ticked on.

We all held our nerve and left him in there for the full lesson. He was effing and jeffing like a good one towards the end. We got into some strife for that but as no one grassed up the culprit nobody was suspended. Art class was a bit 'edgy' from the on though!

While I was never a massive fan of school it does play an important part in forming who you are. Plus I still look fondly back on our football team, school dances, school trips etc.
 
On a school rugby trip to France we were thrashing the team in our first match we had taken a few of our best players off at half time, so we had the reserve kicker taking the kicks, (I was third choice) and had missed three on the bounce, easy ones too. I ran 60 meters to score a try in the corner and as this lad ponced up to get the ball I told him in no uncertain terms where to go. I walked up the touchline, to a lot of off the field banter from the lads off the field. I carefully placed the ball, and set to take the kick. It was a piggin long way out to create the angle to get it though. A few deap breaths to compose myself and I stepped up and hit the sweetest kick ever. It sailed high in the air and curled straight through the centre of the posts. I gave a massive victory V to the stunned team mates and teachers on the sidelines. I was dropped for the next two games and never played for our years team again. Although I was quickly snapped up for the third team, and ended up playing a year above my age group for my last year at school.
 
Playing football in the playground at breaks using a tennis ball or partly deflated ball (so shots wouldn't be thunderous and the ball wouldn't bounce out of the playground onto the road). And me as a daft wee goalie diving about the place - making holes in my trouser knees; and skinning my knees and elbows on the tarmac :)

We also played a game called 'Heedie'-Handball that we played 2-a-side with a tennis ball - with one player the nominated 'goalie', the other the 'outfield' player. Only the goalie could handle the ball. The play areas was about 10-15yds x 3-4yds.

The goalie would throw the ball out to the outfield player who could either try and score with a header, or control it on chest, foot or head - and head or volley back to the 'goalie' who would himself try and score with a header - and so on. The other side could intercept; gain possession and score. Also as soon as ball hit the ground the ball was 'dead' possession was handed across to the other team team with the ball going to their goalie to restart play. We played 5min games with a note and a league kept.

It was a great game and brilliant for developing football control skills and understanding between players.
 
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We had a Combined Cadet Force when I was at school in the early 70s and i spent most Thursday afternoons at RAF Turnhouse flying in Chipmunks. I subsequently learnt to fly gliders at Kirknewton. I also won a flying scholarship from which I obtained my Private Pilots Licence and led to a career in aviation.
 
Patster1969 said:
Wasn't particularly keen on the actual school part but used to have to get a train to and from Guildford every day - used to love the train journey (which also gave me extra time to finish any homework as well).
Good snow day memories. Trains cancelled all over the place, eventually got to Guildford, quick snowball fight over the river with the staff at Debenhams on one side & us on the other, trooped up to school very late, school shutting about half an hour later, return match against the Debenhams staff on the way back to the train station.
Like everyone, lots of football memories. However, scared s*#tless of my headmaster, received many clouts around the head.
Great 3rd year trip on the boat from Harwich to Denmark - although if you had read the Daily Mirror report after we had got back, you would have thought we were a hoard of Vikings raping & pillaging (somehow must have missed the majority of the activities or maybe they were made up by the red tops - who would have thought ;))
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Harwich to Esbjerg? Did that trip in 1977 or 78. Fun.
 
We had this thing of filling a big sports holdall with everyones trainees in it and leaning it on top of the door, so whoever came in would get clobbered. We were in the building at dinner hour (shouldnt have been), we'd drawn mens parts and women's front bums all over the blackboard when the 20 stone, acerbic, Scottish headmaster walked in (in his gown).......it teetered on top of the 3" wide door and never fell.Defied the laws of Physics. If it had we would have been "strapped" six times each, and he was a psychotic chap at the best of times, and his strap had whale bone embedded in it for maximum effect. :o

Playing in the school footy teams for 7 years.

Playing "Mary" in our nativity, as we were an all boys catholic junior school. I wanted to be a Roman soldier.:angry:

Cathy Bell, after getting home from school.:lol:
 
A maths lesson that i was inevitably messing around in, the indian teacher gave me a right rollicking and finished it with "you're a total waster "d" you'll never amount to anything, you'll never get a real job - what are you going to do when you leave school?"

I guess i was always going to get walloped after answering " become a maths teacher Sir"
 
We had a legendary English teacher, "Killer" Curtis who had been teaching since the late 1940s - real old school mentality but a brilliant teacher. He was the one who convinced me to become a journalist. I was working on Sky Sports one day and talking with fellow NFL presenter Nick Halling who revealed that he also had gone to the same school and Killer had set him on the same path. He had passed away by then but we felt he would have been so proud of two of his pupils both doing what they love on television.
 
I went to an all boys school so a lot of funny memories.

away football games were always good.
Ski trip.
Went to Boston to play 'Soccer' out there.
Annual golf championship at my home course that we played.
knocked a century in a cricket game against our school rivals.

So many great memories and i'd love to go back just for a week!
 
The headmaster at one of my schools was John Graves, brother of Robert Graves the poet. Most frightening man I have ever met, though I did upset him a bit with my long hair.:whistle:

Scoring an own goal in my first school football game. Gentle pass back to the keeper, who took a mighty slash at the ball, fell over and missed it completely.:eek: This was in the days a keeper could pick up a back pass. Perhaps he was ahead of his time. :mmm: Good news was I got moved up front for the next game, and scored a few over the years.:thup:
 
None, hated it, left at 15 and just waited until I could join up.

Infact I lie, we all walked out when our school didn't close but some others did when Princess Anne got married, the teachers linked arms at the front gate and we just ran them down, best day and memory that :smirk:
 
richart said:
The headmaster at one of my schools was John Graves, brother of Robert Graves the poet. Most frightening man I have ever met, though I did upset him a bit with my long hair.:whistle:

Scoring an own goal in my first school football game. Gentle pass back to the keeper, who took a mighty slash at the ball, fell over and missed it completely.:eek: This was in the days a keeper could pick up a back pass. Perhaps he was ahead of his time. :mmm: Good news was I got moved up front for the next game, and scored a few over the years.:thup:
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I played my first ever game at school aged about 6 i was left back and we played against the year above. This was in the days of the leather pudding, lace up ball, and we lost 11 - 1 but i picked up the ball, ran almost the length of the pitch to score the goal - only to be told off by the teacher as "left backs DO NOT score goals" i asked to play as a forward next time.
 
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