On my first day of school, my class teacher threatened to give me an injection (which she has unlimited stocks of) to stop me from crying.
My cousin had her mouth bind with duct tape and hands tied because she was talking in class.
A friend was struck in her rear violently with a long wooden ruler by a male teacher because she was wearing pink socks instead of the ascribed white.
One boy was forcefully made to stand in a smelly thrash can filled with nasi lemak wrappers because he forgot to do his homework.
Another had to chew and eat chalk for forgetting to bring their textbook. Chalk is carcinogenic.
I have seen at least 30 people during my school years being violently mishandled by teachers. At least 50 were subjected to public humiliation.
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iammaurina 
And now if teachers marah the student, the mum/dad straight complain arah GB (guru besar).
I wish I’m a teacher back in the “good ol days”.
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Me: Teacher, teacher, they’re playing cards!
Teacher: Tina, stop being a tattle tale!
That was the most I got from my primary school days. No violence whatsoever. And I turned out to be fine (to some, hehe.) I don’t know why teachers have to violently handle their students. One of the reasons I’m very reluctant to be a teacher: I have a bad temper.
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I think I was threatened by teachers more in ugama school than in my primary school when I was young.
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Ah yes, the good ol’ days.
In all honesty though, I’d prefer a cross between the good ol’ days and today’s contemporary classroom. The power to discipline a child within reason.
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My primary school jawi teacher used the broomstick to hit our hands if we forgot to bring our textbooks, the hands will be swollen and sore for at least a week,and he purposely chose to smack on the hand we used for writing.
Another teacher threw the hard wooden block of blackboard duster(aimed on their head) at whoever is talking during his class,not even whispering.
Then there were other cases of a cheeky malay cigu who likes to hide the girls schoolbags during recess..but then,thats a different story.
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SPESHULLY UGAMA TEACHERS Maynnn
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*lol*
ive been a good students…. so ive never experienced all those traumatic punishments… therefore i dont really know how to punish my students *lol* (which is good no?)
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My primary teacher used to hit my hands with a rattan for every single wrong answers given especially during maths lesson.Complained to my parents but the action was so lambat (I was transfered) I still remember her and she’s still teaching somewhere.
Yes Nonnie, nowadays children are so lucky. They complain and their parents listen (with fast action) but sometimes without menyiasat first they would go marah-marah to the teacher without jumpa the GB. And most of them loose respect for their teachers too.
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my primary teacher used to make me stand on the chair, left hand holding right ear, right hand holding left ear, AND do squats at the same time.
(Ok, maybe when I was playing my rubberbands+folded papers “lasticking” my friends, MAYBE one of them hit her, but who’s counting right?!)
The ruler-on-knuckle is also another classic punishment.
And standing outside during class…..
(Ok, maybe I was a terror in school. But hey, I turned out ok!)
*LOL*
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Oh, I remembered being downgraded just because I brought the wrong books to school. I was in Primary 3 back then, and the expatriate teacher downgraded me to Primary 2 because I brought the maths workbook instead of a geography workbook.
Another friend of mine also suffered from the same mistreatment, and upon our set of parents’ arrival to pick us up, we told them about it. Both set of parents were furious to the headmistress of the school.
Why? Because that teacher claimed that we misbehaved and she needed to downgrade us because we were dumb, a rather ironic thing, as the two of us were the top 5 of the class back then, and it was already July, and our parents have already paid our terribly expensive school fees, and we were downgraded just because of a mistake of bringing one single book. That teacher was fired at the spot by the headmistress, and then, a few days later, it was discovered that the teacher had forged her teacher training certificate. I don’t remember the ethnicity of that teacher now, I just remember that she’s an expat, but the humiliation of being downgraded is still fresh in my mind.
One of my nieces were subjected to corporal punishment at her nursery. She didn’t want to go to the nursery, but she never told my cousin the reason why. It was during her visit to the health centre, when the doctor noticed some blue green marks with some fingernail imprinting on my niece’s body. The doctor asked my cousin whether anyone ever pinched their daughter with their fingernails, and my cousin said no, after all, at that time, she was an only chid, and the favourite of her grandparents. My cousin never noticed it until the doctor pointed it out. The doctor asked my niece who inflicted the mark on her, and being a talkative girl, she said the mark was there because her teacher pinched her with her very long fingernails.
The doctor urged my cousin to file a police report as the blue green marks may get serious, and one never know whether others were subjected to the same fate. Before doing so, my cousin filed a complaint to the nursery, and asked the teacher politely whether she had pinched his daughter before. The teacher denied it and my cousin said, there were blue green marks on his daughter’s body, and it was confirmed by a doctor. The teacher vehemently denied it and insisted that the three year old were lying.
My cousin had no choice but to file a police report on the grounds of child abuse, he wanted to avoid doing so earlier if the teacher confesses to him. It wasn’t until a few days later that the teacher called up my cousin, to confess that she did pinch his daughter, and asked my cousin to drop the case as the school wanted to give her the pink slip if she were to lose the case, as after my cousin filed the report, several parents did the same.
I’m not sure what happened after that, but I think the teacher deserves the pink slip. She was never trained to be a teacher, but she was employed to take care of three year olds in a nursery.
A few days ago, one of my married friends sent her daughter to a different nursery, and she was glad that they are teaching her something over there, as one of her nephews were sent to another nursery, and he said the only thing that they do is sleep.
I don’t think any parents want to pay $300 per month for their kids to sleep the day.
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In Darjah 3, for no reason I was made to stand against the back wall of my classroom by a male teacher whom I remembered hailed from Kg Petani, Tutong.
Then he took out his thickly-knotted rubberbands and aimed at me ala ‘Firing Squad’ target-shooting (“lasticking”)! Luckily, he narrowly missed my left ear by only centimetres (or inches then). For god’s sake, I just received a Parker pen gift and a Top Student certificate by Brunei Shell then (what was he thinking?!).
In Form 3, one of my classmates was punished for a silly thing by our male Malay Class Teacher and made to do 100 push-ups (“pumping”) till his arm muscles got sore and ached like hell! He was damn mad at that teacher but as it turned out he was successfully selected as the first batch of the Boys’ Wing intake of the army after BJCE then. He made it to Major rank, having graduated in Mechanical Engineering from a UK Uni. But he had involuntarily retired early from the Army a few years ago..:) Blessing in disguise?
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I remeber being tied to the chair with a dress ribbon (back in the days, I used to wear those dresses to school with those huge bow tie ribbon di belakang, haha!). But that was because I couldn’t stop getting off my chair in nursery school. Har har har.
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During early 80’s, flying dusters, flying bunch of keys, to name a few … phew … teachers back then were like mercenaries. It was like shoot first and ask later. Maybe life was tough back then, so maybe such abnormal conditionings were just a norm. It just reminds me of a boot camp ….
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Awu banar, guru ugama yang terror ani. One time, I didn’t finish my homework. You know what she did – my guru Tasauf? She tore my notebook into 2!!!! KUAT JUA!!! Buleh jadi hulk tu!! XD I wonder if tangannya sangal kah inda lapas atu. hehehe
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