Would you really go back to school?

Galt54, write the story.

I hate to say it, but there's something seriously wrong with your friend. Any normal person is likely to rather slit his or her wrists than go back to school again. Having a make-believe dress-up spanking detention is however a completely different thing, which I'd love to attend. But the real thing, going back in time... uhm... (reaching for a nearby knife...)


I'm so sorry to hear that. I hope being here helps at least somewhat. If there is anything any of us can do, or if you feel like talking about it, please let me/us know. I'm not much of a psychologist, but if you think it might provide support in any way, we're here for you.

galt54:
I was tempted to ask for the birthday spanking - but the though occurred to me that it would hurt. And so I chickened out and asked for a birthday kiss instead. The Kindergarten teacher praised me for making the right choice!

You know Galt, that story is so cute that I can't help smiling.

His mother was German.

That being said, whilst I don't agree with my friend's sentiments, I understood what he was getting at. It reminds me a lot of Ronnie Barker in Porridge, where prison life was an ongoing battle with authority, whilst being away from the daily grind.

In school and prison life is more monochrome and your day is largely organised for you. For entertainment you fight the system and there are clear punishments if caught.

My first years in elementary were okay I guess, when you're still too young to really notice. When I was nine, we moved to the really wrong side of the tracks and the experience darkened. Shortly, I began to persistently arrive late to school, so I at least wouldn't have to be taunted or beaten even before classes had begun for the day. During recess, several of us used to stay in the classroom to avoid bullying. I began to sneak away to the school library. As it was always manned, it meant that it was a safe spot where you couldn't be physically attacked. The way to get there could be problematic though. On the upside, I began to read a lot as I was alone in the library, which I guess helped to improve my grades. When we had national tests in eight grade, I scored over 80% in maths. It might not sound that good, but the second highest score in the entire school was around 60%. Needless to say, I was known as the bookworm, which was one of the nicer names I was called. After school, I often left by one of the back doors to the north, from where I could slip into the forest and circle around to where we lived, so I wouldn't have to walk past the town center. The kids hanging there usually meant physical harm to get past. I didn't know better, as I had no references. I thought life was like that for everybody my age. And it did rub off a bit as well. In ninth grade, we moved to the right side of the tracks again. It was a shock to me. From having been intellectually far above anyone in that entire school, my knowledge level didn't even meet the average in my class in my new school. That was a serious blow to my self-confidence, but it also proved my now spiring thoughts that it was a really shitty place that I'd grown up in. I didn't yet understand how it had affected me though. Shortly after, in my new school, a boy sitting in front of me began to disturb me while I was trying to do maths. I told him twice to lay off, but when he didn't, I stood up and punched him in the head, twice, really hard, almost taking him out right there in class. Of course, it turned into a really big thing and the teacher looked as if she'd had a heart attack. I understood nothing, as it was a pretty normal thing to me. She looked so stunned that I recall throwing my hands out, going "What? I told him to leave my shit the fuck alone!" in honest incomprehension. But I struggled on and managed to get reasonably good grades, while I gradually became a normal person again and then I made it into a decent high school. From there, it was really good and I was propelled into university that landed me in a pretty good position in life. It's fine now, but I can still wake up, having had nightmares, my mind having returned to my time in elementary school. I know who these people are, the ones who hurt me all those years, but I'll never go back to that town. It would be very strange to meet them as adults. I have no recollection of the teachers. They barely passed by. They did their thing during class and then they were gone. During recess, you were on your own, without protection. When I read this thread, I get the impression that many of us where sensitive souls as children and we often suffered because of it.

I'd love to be a part of a uniformed detention play though, if I could get a uniform in my impressive size that is. It would be a dream, but I think I'd prefer to be the teacher. Unfortunately, with my family situation, it would be difficult and I have no idea how I'd explain potential marks to my wife.

Glagla
In school, my life had purpuse & structure, ot to mention support. Out of school, my employers ranched from not caring to actively trying to give me a stroke. My new job is much better & I feel a lot better. I still say, though, my life was better in school. Only way it could have been better was if I got spanked. I was too chicken hearted to accept a birthday spanking, twice in single digets. Frankly, my idea of heaven is if I'm a 14/15 year old female in a Lesbian Boarding School where there's loving CP from the teachers, Headmistress, the Headgirl, the prefects (weekly cleansing enemas from the nurse & Discipline enemas in detention) and an older girl to serve (like in the olden days in boy's boarding schools.) There would be a pool, a huge library, video room where you could play video games (if you've been good) and a huge out door towering hedge maze with all kinds cp spanking machine "traps." There would also, if you Needed it, Maintance spankings and the choice oe ither being caught onism or coupling or wearing a chastity belt.

Throughout my life I have been fond of cooking up fantasies in my head of societies with coed schools in which cp was frequent and in which erotic interaction between the teenage boys and the teenage girls was encouraged. A spanko utopia in other words.

First off, let me say, I would not go back to my school days, not on a bet would I go back.

Now, that's out of the way. I didn't hate school, and I definitely had my ups and downs there. I was a clumsy child for most part, not in the least bit athletic, and was a bookworm to boot. I was made fun of a lot, particularly in Grade School which was in Texas in the mid - late '60s. Punishment with a paddle was very much in use then. Twice I got pushed into fights in school, and both times the guy who forced quickly learned he'd made a mistake. I may have been uncoordinated, but was strong as an ox and tough. I didn't have sense enough to quit. I got my butt roasted both times, but considered it worth it as it got others to leave me alone.

In High School, I wasn't part of the "In" group, which didn't really bother me. However, few years ago, they had my classes 40th reunion. I thought I'd go to the planning meetings, thought maybe some of those snobby kids had matured a bit. Nope, still the same old clique, whenever I made a suggestion, I was ignored, in fact anything I said was ignored, so I didn't go back. I don't take being treated as an underling very well anymore.

So, no, I have no desire to go back and relive those years with those vapid, self centered twits that ruled the roost in those days. I have friends now, good, solid friends I can count on, we have a lot of mutual respect, and we look out for each other.

It doesn't mean I won't write stories about students who do stupid things and what happens to them, or strong families that look out for each other. Sometimes, I think I write about people I wish I'd known back then.

Nope, there were certain things I would have done far differently in both high school and college if I had a magic wand and could just change them that way. But absolutely no desire to actually relive the experience.

I went to a relatively large high school; my graduating class had over 800 students and over 3,000 total. I had a little bit of cachet because I played 2 sports and jocks were revered; I played in a total of 3 state championship matches (unfortunately we lost all 3). Back then everyone wore letterman's jackets so everyone could identify you as an athlete. Sadly some of my teammates were also the biggest jerks on campus (and a few I know haven't changed decades later).

But with 30+ students in every class the teachers were overworked; this was also in the 1970's and a bunch of new teaching methods were being tried out and we were the guinea pigs. So even though I graduated in the top 50 of my class it didn't fully prepare me for college where I struggled as a result.

No cp even though we're in the south, but the new principal relaxed our dress code my senior year so a lot of female classmates were wearing much shorter shorts than they'd been allowed to previously. Some of you folks that have mentioned an appreciation for the female backside would have been highly distracted...

To be honest, it's hard for me to remember a time when I didn't have a heightened appreciation for the female backside.

Glagla told us that he got a bad education in his early years due to the fact that he "lived on the wrong side of the tracks". With me it was the other way around. I got a bad education in high school because my parents sent me to an elite private prep school. One which was regarded as one of the best schools in the country (the USA). This prep school lay in the suburbs of Boston, Massachusetts. The problem with this prep school was that it gave me a "modern" education. Which meant that it fed me falsehoods instead of feeding me genuine knowledge. Read Ayn Rand´s essay The Comprachicos (available in the essay collection Return of the Primitive, edited by Peter Schwartz) if you wish to understand what I am saying here about modern education.