A little bit of Sellotape, and they're whining to their parents: BBC News - Teacher suspended after 'taping pupils' mouths up' 
We had a teacher who regularly threw books at us. Hardbacks, too. He was a crack shot, and after the book had bounced off your head you were expected to pick it up and take it back to him.
One day he really lost it with a guy sat in front of me. He threw the book he was holding, then another, then another. Then he threw all the books on his desk, one by one. Then he moved to a table by the side of his desk, which had several piles of old textbooks on it, and threw all of those.
By now he was really getting into the swing of things. He threw open the doors of a tall built-in cupboard (this was a Victorian classroom) revealing shelves of old textbooks, many of which probably dated back to the Thirties. He proceeded to empty the contents of this cupboard at my classmate, who was still sitting there, apparently too dumbfounded to move, while the rest of us roared with laughter.
After the first few shelves, the rest of the books were too high up, so he grabbed his chair and stood on that to reach the rest of them, which gave him a good downwards trajectory.
He must have carried on for about five minutes. Once all the books had been thrown, the original target was sitting there, completely surrounded by a pile of books about three or four feet high, spreading around him like a bibliographic sculpture of Mount Fuji.
Astonishingly, there was only one injury: a chap a couple of seats along had caught a stray volume full in the mouth, and his lip was bleeding quite a bit.
Out of ammo, the teacher calmed down. After a cursory examination of the bleeding innocent bystander, he ordered another chap to take him to the toilets to wash his mouth. Then, turning to the rest of us, he cried "Well don't just sit there - get these books tidied up!" It took us the rest of the period to straighten the place out.
Kids today don't know they're born
We had a teacher who regularly threw books at us. Hardbacks, too. He was a crack shot, and after the book had bounced off your head you were expected to pick it up and take it back to him.
One day he really lost it with a guy sat in front of me. He threw the book he was holding, then another, then another. Then he threw all the books on his desk, one by one. Then he moved to a table by the side of his desk, which had several piles of old textbooks on it, and threw all of those.
By now he was really getting into the swing of things. He threw open the doors of a tall built-in cupboard (this was a Victorian classroom) revealing shelves of old textbooks, many of which probably dated back to the Thirties. He proceeded to empty the contents of this cupboard at my classmate, who was still sitting there, apparently too dumbfounded to move, while the rest of us roared with laughter.
After the first few shelves, the rest of the books were too high up, so he grabbed his chair and stood on that to reach the rest of them, which gave him a good downwards trajectory.
He must have carried on for about five minutes. Once all the books had been thrown, the original target was sitting there, completely surrounded by a pile of books about three or four feet high, spreading around him like a bibliographic sculpture of Mount Fuji.
Astonishingly, there was only one injury: a chap a couple of seats along had caught a stray volume full in the mouth, and his lip was bleeding quite a bit.
Out of ammo, the teacher calmed down. After a cursory examination of the bleeding innocent bystander, he ordered another chap to take him to the toilets to wash his mouth. Then, turning to the rest of us, he cried "Well don't just sit there - get these books tidied up!" It took us the rest of the period to straighten the place out.
Kids today don't know they're born
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