>> ...I wore short trousers until I was 12. If we met
>> the Headmaster walking to school we had to touch our cap and say "Good morning
>> , sir." We didn't complain about or rebel against the rules. We accepted that discipline
>> was necessary and normal.
>>
I had that too - in the '80s. Mind you, it was That Sort Of School.
One of the easiest environments in which to operate that I have ever known. You knew what the rules were, and you also knew that if you broke them, as surely as night followed day you would be outside the HM's study the next Monday morning awaiting the cane. And if you had any sense whatsoever, you made damn sure that wasn't you standing there.
There were a few repeat customers (as you might say) but a handful at most.
Did make the transition to the bear-garden that was my senior school a bit of an eye-opener though. 100% discipline to no discipline took a bit of adjustment...
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