Mini-mart held up -suspects 8 and 10 years old

Awwwwww...but they're only little children. They aren't old enough to know that what they did was wrong...

Unreal.

the only reason this made the news is because it's Oakland, and this is 3 years past the average age for candy robberies with a weapon

I found this while perusing another site.





Neil Macaulay from Perth . Posted 16 Jun 2002.


Ah mind fine gettin' the belt when ah wis 5 in 1944 at the Shans (Southern District in Perth). Ah used tae huv tae go fur the rolls for breakfast while ma mither wis still in bed snorin' her hied off. So ah wis often late for the skale. The teacher sent me to Miss Sword who wid gie me twa o' the belt and it hurt but it didnae mak much difference tae me. Naebuddy thought onythin' aboot it. If ye cannae take a wee bit o' the belt noo and then ye cannae be Scottish. When I was 11 and passed the quallie I went to St. John's R.C. in Perth for 3 years where Miss McAlister and Miss Dwire set up the all time world record for beltin' bairns. Miss McAlister's belt was the strap from the window of a railway carriage but ach it didnae hurt a' aw. But Miss Dwire the maths teacher had a big Lochgelly leather belt split up the middle and it hurt like hell and she used to go through us like a Valkerie (how do ye spell psychopath Billy?) We got about 4 of the belt every day mostly for not knowing something. The lassies got it too but no' nearly as much as the boys. The lassies used tae start greetin' so then it would stop. We had lots of homework every night, English, French and Maths. Brian Bett simply refused ever to do any homework and so got the belt for that every day and never batted an eyelid. He had the teachers close to exhaustion but they knew their duty and never let him off. Mr Burke was the headmaster and he walked around the school wi' his belt up his sleeve. If he caught any bairn misbehaving he would flick out his arm and the belt would come whizzing down into his hand and the bairn would get at least 2 of the belt on the spot. In 1952 we all complained to our parents about the amount of homework and the belt. All our parents went to see the head and the teachers but they were as nice as pie and Miss Dwire was the sweetest of all and so the parents were fooled and nothing changed. Once Miss Dwire lined up the whole A class (all 7 of us) and asked us what x squared was. We all knew perfectly well. We'd been doing algebra for 2 years but as each kid gave a perfectly good definition, Miss Dwire said "Wrong" and gave 2 of the belt. (Aye ah kin hear ye Billy - "I'll give you bloody psychopath.")
Would you believe that discipline was perfect? We got the best education you could get. We started calculus at age 14 nae bother. Obviously the belting was excessive but it was better than today's alternative of no belting and teachers with nervous breakdowns, misbehaviour etc. The alternatives to the belt are just too time consuming. 2 of the belt = 5 secs and it's all over and get on with the lesson. Today's school system sounds like a neurotic farce to me. Spare the rod and spoil the child. Children will misbehave if not controlled and they won't work if they don't have to. If you think bairns are wee angels you're living in cloud cuckoo land.

Their parents must be real proud!

I'm never surprised when stuff like this happens these days. It's become the norm. Rather sad!

Geesh Yogi, I need an interpretor for that piece!

It was, I believe, written in a Scottish Brogue. The last few sentences pretty much explain what the fellow is saying and I agree completely!



Obviously the belting was excessive but it was better than today's alternative of no belting and teachers with nervous breakdowns, misbehaviour etc. The alternatives to the belt are just too time consuming. 2 of the belt = 5 secs and it's all over and get on with the lesson. Today's school system sounds like a neurotic farce to me. Spare the rod and spoil the child. Children will misbehave if not controlled and they won't work if they don't have to. If you think bairns are wee angels you're living in cloud cuckoo land.