Today's saying or thought

[Rodgera]

It was different when we were kids.
In second grade, a teacher came in and gave us all a lecture about not smoking,
and then they sent us over to arts and crafts to make ash-trays for Father's Day.

[BobL]

It sure was.
In 1979, after berating them for the whole year on the evils of smoking, my high achieving year 9 class gave me a christmas present, an ash tray in the shape of a skull with wire frame glasses which supported the burning cigarette.
Oh yeah and one of the Croatian students gave me a large bottle of Dads home spirits/grappa/hooch.
The senior master (of Italian descent like myself) chewed me out on the inappropriateness of accepting the grappa from a minor and then we opened the bottle for a tasting only to discover it was almost raw alcohol so it ended up down the sink.
Those were the days.

[rrich]

When I was in high school, I would carry my cigarettes in my shirt pocket. My second class teacher would always take them away from me but give them back to me at the end of the school day, but with a few cigarettes missing. Finally, my mother who worked at the school told the teacher that she was tired of buying him his cigarettes.

The world was a different place then. The good news is that last December was my 50th anniversary of not smoking.

[KBs PensNmore]

The senior master (of Italian descent like myself) chewed me out on the inappropriateness of accepting the grappa from a minor and then we opened the bottle for a tasting only to discover it was almost raw alcohol so it ended up down the sink.

The sink was probably the cleanest since it was made!!!!

[Handyjack]

In High School, about year 8 or 9, (1974 or 75) we were doing the normal thing about smoking.
We had a kit to extract the tar from a cigarette, but where do you get the cigarette? From one of the students of coarse.
Many years ago, about 25 years after I finished, one of the teachers was suffering from the effects of passive smoking in the staff rooms. Not sure whether he is still alive.

[Bohdan]

we opened the bottle for a tasting only to discover it was almost raw alcohol so it ended up down the sink.

You could have saved it for use with shellac, you may have discovered a new finish.

[Tonyz]

The day I left school I handed in my diary with six months of detentions already booked in that I never attended anyway. It was easier to walk down to principals office hear a lecture that I knew by heart, get a couple smacks on the baum, and slowly amble back to class,
I also gave the staff $20 to buy some beer for celebrating my leaving, I was told later it was all drunk by end of lunch.
Schoo;l ad I had a very amicable relationship......I hated them and much as they hated me.

[KBs PensNmore]

I had a similar experience at school, repeated year 7 twice, had the same teacher for 3 years, and got put up into high school, just to get rid of me. Repeated 3rd year as it was then, but the second time around left half way through the year, I was wasting their time and they were wasting mine. For some reason, I couldn't learn anything, I'd study for a test, come morning, could remember diddly squat!!!
Kryn

[doug3030]

and then they sent us over to arts and crafts to make ash-trays for Father's Day.

I think it was about grade 4 (about 1968) when we all had to make clay ash trays for Fathers' Day presents. I protested that my father did not smoke. It turned out that everyone else's father in the class did. I still had to make an ash tray though and copped a lot of carp from my classmates because Dad didn't smoke - like it was my fault!

I bet the non smoking fathers of grade 4 students would be in the majority today.

Incidentally Dad turned 86 last month and is still in fine health and living a very independent and active life

Cheers

Doug