Fraser Jarvis
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Wow this really takes me back! firstly junior school, we had a new teacher start Mr Dunbar (not worried about naming names as he's dead now) everyone was always in fear of the bearded Mr Dunbar, anyway on this particular occasion me and another lad (who I still kind of know in adult life) got into trouble, cant even remember what for now, anyway we were made to stand stock still in the school foyea for what seemed like an eternity most of the morning anyway, then just before lunch that bastard Dunbar came and made us both hold out our hands flat facing upward and told us he was going to punch our hands as hard as he could...with the clear warning if either of us move our hands we would get another! anyway I went first got the punch which really hurt but I didn't cry (we were only nine) then the other lad had his go but moved his hand and got second helpings for his trouble! I seem to remember my back aching more than anything which hurt more from all that standing!Teachers and violence; takes me back to schooldays, the happiest days of your life.
One word out of place and you got beaten on the hand with a split ruler.
The teachers were vicious sadistic thugs.
Secondary school was worse.
The next "attack" was high school in PE if you got into trouble these two PE teachers would make you bend over a bench then take turns in kicking your a** as hard as they could, it became quite evident after leaving school that these two were obviously homosexuals enjoying a bit of sadistic fun!

