Did you go to school in the 60s and 70s?

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I was out going as well despite my disabilities and being deaf in my left ear. Your son will grow up to be very creative, such is the nature of being partially deaf.

I pick up certain sounds better with one ear than people with two ears for some reason.

I swear I can hear better than my wife who has two healthy ears. Maybe she doesn’t listen to me, that sounds more like it LOL.

I wasn't even born until the '80s.

My elementary school was Hell On Earth. Kids were always beaten within an inch of their lives for nothing. Of course, since you also got a beating at home, nowhere was safe. It wasn't a country, it was a penal colony.

I went to primary school aged 5 in 1972. In England I went to two primary schools and both were a disaster.Thew first one was awful and I only remember playing marbles, and being spanked in class for knocking over a kids brick tower.I even left the school at lunchtime to buy sweets aged 5 in the village sweet shop.
The next primary school was full of hippy teachers. i had to make and wear a dunces hat and stand in the corner many times for being"naughty". The headmistress called my mum everyday to say "your son has been naughty again,he is out of control" I was sent to a school psychiatrist who just watched me, where I also got to play with two other boys in sand and water..yuk! Oh how I hate the feeling of cold water and wet sand.
My mother claims nothing was noticed apart form my small handwriting and being shy, I am sure she has lied to me, and in fact was told that I had a form of autism.

Bad days for me.the whole schooling phase was a disaster, except for sport.

70's. No corporal punishment but the schools had an Open Area concept where the classrooms were in a large area with individual classrooms divided only by portable chalkboards. Needless to say the sensory overload and everyone hearing my meltdowns ware not good. It was such a disaster that they had since converted those to conventional classrooms.

With that, I was consider to have emotional problems and sent to another school to be in a class of troublemakers, since they had that blanket emotional problems, but in a conventional classroom in that school.

Rudywalsh, only the school system. Uruguay always had the highest level of literacy in South America, with zero illiteracy, meaning no people who don't know how to read and write. But otherwise most children die of hunger in the streets there unless they become streetwise (little criminals).

Oh God! Why did you have to ask a question like this??! I did, and let me tell you, NO differences were tolerated. Elementary was not TOO bad, especially since the first 6 years of my life, I lived in the same area ( which has been the exception to most of my life) & the other kids soon learned of my temper. It was almost legendary. However, I still was an "Outsider" even here. Tolerated, but..
Middle School? Bullying, fighting, confusion, pain, loneliness. So much abuse & things going on then.
Oddly, High School was quiet, but I certainly was not on the inside. Not much physical violence, but the ostracism from the girls proved horribly painful.
College? I had some pretty bad events at times, but I made reasonable grades & actually enjoyed myself unlike High School..

Sincerely,
Matthew

yes I started school in 1969 and left in 1979 during that time We moved from Hobart in Tasmania to melbourne I hated primary school here, thankfully I went to a special school in 1976 and I was a lot happier there.

Yes, I went to school in the '60s & '70s. Please don't remind me of it. It was not a fun time to be different…

I started kindergarten in Indiana in 1970. Corporal punishment was rare in my elementary school. Junior high school was a nightmare I couldn't awake. The kids and some of the teachers couldn't tolerate any nonconformity. I was subject to constant bullying, some of it physical violence. High school was better because there were 2000 students, so I could disappear into the crowds. However, when I graduated in 1983, I was never happier. When I attended Purdue University, I didn't have to worry about being different. On a campus of nearly 40,000 students, no one was going to pay attention to one eccentric person.

I started school in 1976, aged 3. It was a small private school which was willing to accept kids a year early. I was already reading, so my Mum was advised to send me there. All I can remember about that school is that I was terrified of all the teachers, except one and that there was a bully, who made every playtime and lunchtime utterly miserable for everyone. I was punished a couple of times (smacked on the hand and bottom) for things I was not to blame for. Academically, it was undemanding and I don't actually remember learning anything. In 1980, I went to the local school, where I had the best 4 years of my life.

Seeing one reader mention "marbles “reminded me of when I was 10yrs old, I was playing marbles with a friend in the school playground.
We were playing with a "Ball Bearing, a heavy steel ball" it was the size of a tennis ball.. We dropped the ball bearing from a height, it crashed through the metal grid breaking it in half.
The head master saw what we did, dragged us by the arms to his office where he beat us on the behind with a slipper.

1975, it was like Tom Browns school days...

I played marbles and remember the big metal ball, but we were more interested in the bright and various colours in the centre of the glass marbles.
I was spanked on my bare bum by a evil teacher aged 5, and at the next school i was made to wear a dunces hat...awful teachers they were.

A slipper? That doesn't even hurt.

I misbehaved a lot all through-out my school years, I never understood the lessons but understood how to have fun, I was always in trouble.

Whenever the teacher told me to bend over for the slipper, I would bend over and then shoot back up again before the slipper made contact, I would then start laughing which would set the person off in trouble with me laughing also, it’s a jerk reaction, I couldn’t help it.
I would also pulled my hands away when the teacher triad to hit me over the hands with a ruler. Once again, it was a natural reaction.
It was nothing compared to home life.

One of my teachers liked to whack the kids hands with a foot long wooden ruler. The customary punishment was one whack but if you didn't move your hand away quick enough after the punishment you got another whack. Anyway, one day I was summoned to the front of the class to be punished; can't remember what for, you just had to look at the teacher funny to be called out for punishment. My hands were really rough and hard from working on the local farms in the evenings so after my whack I just left my hand stretched out. He hit it a second time, third, fourth and I was starting to grin and he was getting really angry and his face going red and everyone started laughing. After he'd whacked my hand as hard as he could around a dozen times he shouted out "The boy is mad! Go and sit down!" The class was in uproar.