We had a Paddle Day, which took place in the school auditorium. All the kids who'd been sentenced to paddling had to go up on stage to be smacked on the butt with the paddle by the principal.
The teachers smoked in the teachers' lounge, yes. I used to hate having to deliver a message there because of the clouds of smoke.
There was no such thing as computers. We learned math using abacuses. I learned to count money using paper cutouts of pennies, nickles, dimes, and quarters.
And here's the shocking one: Something was stolen once in one of my classes by a kid, and my entire class was strip searched one at a time by the principal. I had to strip down to my underwear in his office. I don't remember my mom and dad's reaction to this, but it certainly didn't make the news and it wasn't considered a violation of civil rights.