Paddled is such a nice word for abused. When I look back on my Catholic School education, it makes me sick. The daily beatings that we all watched and some endured. Didn't make the correct loop when you were cursive writing? You would get hit. Hard. Did say thank you loud enough? A smack or punch upside the head.
I remember being so excited for Christmas Break that I was skipping down the hall on the way back from the bathroom. My skirt was pulled up and I was beaten with a paddle. I could still cry that this was the norm and accepted.
What a horrific and abusive institution of learning.
I attended a Catholic elementary school in the 70s/80s. While I suppose there was this reputation, I'd never heard or saw anyone receive any kind of corporal punishment. The nuns could occasionally be stern if kids were acting up, but for the most part they were some of the nicest, sweetest people I've ever met. Perhaps this was just my school.
However, when I first attended a public school, we got a packet that included a form for parents to sign that authorized corporal punishment. It was very specific too, describing the paddle in terms of size and material, and the number of times it would be applied. However, I don't recall ever hearing about such punishment being meted out.
I started school in 1954. Catholic elementary. and although I guess one has to define paddled, corporal punishment was alive and well. As a first grader (didn't have kindergarten back then), I remember being dragged into the class room by my ear. Many a wooden ruler across the back of the hand, palm or knuckles and once I was reading a book, like I was supposed to be doing, but, the nun didn't like my posture and she came up and slapped the book very hard directly into my face.I went to Catholic school from 1978-1990, and my experience was much more like BCLA's. There were threats that you *could be* paddled, but I never ever knew anybody who actually *was* paddled, or hit upside the head, nor whacked with a ruler. You were more likely to get an extra assignment to write an essay on why whatever you did was wrong (elementary/middle grades) or a Saturday school detention where they made you work (high school).
I never was. But I witnessed a paddling. It was middle school mid to late 80s. During lunch the typical class clown troublemaker type was given the choice either a detentiona or a paddling. He chose paddling which also included being paddled in front of the entire cafeteria. My opinion whether effective or not many kids deserve to be smacked A bit today. Specially when I see their behavior. I admire teachers for putting up with a lot of what I hear.I'm just curious. Not looking for a debate or anything of that nature. I was talking with another teacher the other day about how there's really not much we can do to punish students when all we can do is give them a 15 minute activity detention (they get a 15 min. activity period before or after lunch). Big whoop, and they seriously just laugh it off.
Anyway, I was telling him that I didn't think paddling was all that much more effective either. When I was a kid, they'd often give a student a choice between a paddling and after-school detention and the kids almost always chose the paddling.And I know it wasn't a light smack -- they used those big thick paddles!
And yes, I got paddled once in the second grade. I still contend that it wasn't MY FAULT!![]()
My dad went to catholic school in the 60s & early 70s & talked about the experiences you & others have described. I went in the 80s & 90s (same elementary school as him) & didn’t have anything like this. I didn’t even have nuns in the school until high school. They were strict but not physical at all.I started school in 1954. Catholic elementary. and although I guess one has to define paddled, corporal punishment was alive and well. As a first grader (didn't have kindergarten back then), I remember being dragged into the class room by my ear. Many a wooden ruler across the back of the hand, palm or knuckles and once I was reading a book, like I was supposed to be doing, but, the nun didn't like my posture and she came up and slapped the book very hard directly into my face.
Back in those days you didn't tell your parents about it, because they would have taken the nuns side anyway. These type of thing happened through-out my grade school experience. Some I remember explicitly others I don't remember the reasons, but, I know that they happened. Intimidation was the name of the game. My final year in that school was highlighted by the parish pastor coming into the classroom regularly and taking up a collection from us for some personal thing like a new TV or something like that. If you had money on you, no homework, if you didn't you got a lot. I was not from a well to do family, in other words my parents didn't have spare money to give me so I never had any cash on me. If you think that I remained bitter about those years you would be absolutely correct.
I reiterate...Resurrecting a ten year old thread: That's a paddlin'!