teachers go Golding
a girl in our holiday camp dorm, on a trip to swanage, liked to sing, and when the lights went out she'd blast out a tune or two. not a problem - she was pretty good and we'd all sing along.

a few nights in, whilst she's singing, one of the teachers throws open the door, and says for us all to be quiet. I say 'says', I mean 'slurs'. so we have a giggle, and when we think she's gone, we all start up again, unknown to us she's just hiding in the corner of the pitch black room. this time she makes the girl get out of bed, wearing just a slip, and brings her out to the corridor. one of the other girls runs to the door, and this is what she reports:

Outside our room is a campfire. In a CORRDOR. Around it are all the teachers, smoking fags and sharing a couple of bottles of vodka, confiscated from the boys. When they see the girl being led out towards them, they all cheer. The teacher who brought her out tells the other teachers she was singing. The art teacher, therefore, tells her to sing. The girl is faced with ten rowdy, drunk, teachers/arsonists, she's almost naked, there's a fire in front of her, and they're going to make her sing for them. So she does the sensible thing, and starts crying. This then results in the jeering pissheads trying to set her slip on fire with lighters, before she makes a run for it back to our dorm, where once she's in, we all pile against the door to keep the teachers out, who start trying to kick the door in. After about ten minutes they give up and go away. We spend the rest of the night with one of the bunkbeds propped up against the door.

The next morning, but for the burnt hole in the corridor carpet, all is normal. Neither us pupils or the teachers ever spoke of it again.

It was a 'progressive comprehensive' my school. For my money, it was mostly just odd.
(niceandwarmandhot vive la résistance, Thu 7 Dec 2006, 12:53, Reply)