I remember the paddle at school. That needs to stay in the past. I remember at least one teacher using it on me simply because I was the teacher’s pet of the previous year’s teacher and the two of them didn’t get along.
I went to a rural elementary school in the early 80s, and paddling was still a thing. My parents were (and still are!) assholes, but even then, they sent a note to the school that said “I will discipline my own child, thankyouverymuch” and instructed me to “throw fists when someone, anyone touches you without your permission.”
troulemaking, smartass kid growing up in rural Texass in 70s. got in some trouble as a 1st year high schooler and was offered after school detention our the board! i told the vice principal i would not do detention and opted to - in my own words said “i’ll let ya hit me.” took his “power” right away. of course he did whack me good, but i got under his power trippin skin for sure.
As an adult, I’ve learned the very complicated lesson that when you don’t want to do something you find distasteful or wrong, you can choose not to do it. I know, it’s so revolutionary!
“The alternative to paddling the kids is that I have to find ways to reach them that don’t involve violence and taking my small-minded frustrations out on young people who literally haven’t finished developing. I guess paddling is the only option!”
I remember there being a paddle in the principles office in elementary school. But I don’t recall it ever being used. Usually it would be the parents who would spank their kids if they got into trouble at school.
Though I remember in Kindergarten, a kid stole someone else’s Dukes of Hazard car from their cubby hole, and Mrs. Cook took him into the bathroom and spanked him. This would have been like 1980?
Honestly, it seems like the practice should stay back in the 80s.
My folks spanked me a bit – nothing that rose to the level of physical injury – but it was often I did something wrong during the day or at school and then got spanked by my Dad when he got home. I remember for a long time associating Dad getting home from work with getting punished, really not the best combination. I vowed never to repeat that.
I’m 32 1/2 child-years into raising my two kids and I’ve only swatted with any force one kid one time - and that’s when my four year old bit my arm so hard she broke the skin - I still feel terrible about it. Just instinct.
But to yield that power to the state? Not a fucking chance.
Having always had a healthy disrespect for authority and being a troublemaking smartass like @FloridaManJefe I managed to get the strap (across the palms) several times in elementary school and the paddle and the shoe quite a few times in high school.
It didn’t leave me with emotional or mental scars, as near as I can tell, but neither did it prompt me to change my behaviour. I wore my punishments like a badge of honour.