No books, no pencils, no shoes

Author – Jman

We have a teacher who requires that students come prepared for class by having their book and pencil. Those without these things are to borrow them from the teacher and leave a shoe as collateral (one shoe per item borrowed). Students needing materials would take off their shoes and put them in a black box by the teachers desk marked “shoe jail.” Students would then get their books and pencils and when pencils are books were returned, they would get their shoes back.

Some students did not like this policy and so they would simply just go without books and pencils. The teacher began to notice this and so one day she did a book and pencil check. Everyone had to hold their book and pencil in their hands to show that they had them. Those who did not have pencils or books were then told to take off their shoes and hold them up. The teacher came and collected the shoes of the unprepared students and put them in the shoe jail and gave them books and pencils for them to borrow. This was going to be the procedure at the start of each class. Students who did not have a book and pencil to hold up at pencil check would have to hold up a shoe in order to borrow a pencil. The slogan was that if you are not prepared for class then be prepared to take off your shoes.

Usually there were a few each day that forgot pencils and had to give up their shoes. The teacher would be able to collect all shoes without trouble as she was able to handle them all. One day we decided that we were all going to forget our books and pencils on the same day. It was time for pencil check and everyone in the class took off their shoes to exchange them for books and pencils. The teacher did her best to bundle all the shoes in her arms but kept dropping them as she transported them to the shoe jail.

We then decided to do the same thing the next day. The third time we all forgot our pencils on the same day, she realized that we were doing this on purpose.

The fourth day we did this, the joke was on us. We were sitting there without our shoes on and there was an evacuation drill. We had to leave the building in our stocking feet. We proceeded to the grassy field which was wet from a recent rain. We stood there with wet grass and mud clinging to our white socks. The whole thing was fun. It probably won’t be the last time we don’t bring a pencil to class

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A Real Grammar School boy

Author – Kevin and James

Kevin:

I work in a convenience shop in a rural area, and opposite the store is a real english grammar school. it’s real cute to see all the boys go along every day in their grey school caps and blazers.

One day I’m looking at the videa at the back of the store and I see this kid looking at the shelf were the pringles should be. I take a box and go to restock the shelf, and then i wander round till I meet the fellow. he asks me if know where the pringles are so I’m like “yeah, on the shelf where they always are” and he’s “I just checked there.”
He looked like a real real goody goody type, the sort who never gets into trouble, and i’m good for a tease, so i say, “you know what let’s bet.” Hw doesn’t seem too bothered – after all he is sure tha the prigles are not there, and he agrees. For good measure I take off my white sneakers and give them to someone to hold, and i take out my remote control and lock the doors, just to make sure that no one runs off with them.
we go round to the crisps aisle, and there the pringles are. I take back my shoes and ask him for his. He’s really reluctant, and it takes a minute or two, but he realises that i am serious, and then he asks if he can buy them back. i say “Definitely, but im not selling you somehting on your feet, First give them over, then we will talk.” He hands them over, they area good pair of shoes, and i turn them over and knock oon the soles. the labels are still on, Clark’s the shoe type gadwell, and i read it aloud and then say c’mon how much will you give me for them.
there are a few people gathered round already, and eh looks really comical, school cap, grey blazer, blue school shirt, grey trousers and socks, and no shoes. He rummages in his pocket and pulls out a fiver, and offers it to me.
I’m like “five pounds for a pair of shoes like this?” Then i offer im a deal. “you know what, if you promise to wear nothing on your feet for the next 48 hours – no old shoes, sneakers, slippers, nothing, just one pair of these grey school socks, – ten i will give it back to you in 48 hours for a fiver.” We shake hands, and i assure him that i trust him. He pays for his pringles and off he goes shoeless, back to school.

James:

I simply could not believe what i got myself into. i was so so sure there were no crisps on the shelf and i ended up losing my shoes.
I returned to school shoeless, and all my friends had already heard what had happened.
I was primarily worried about one of out two things, 1) one of the teachers giving me a detention, – which i had never been in before – because after all I missing a basic part of school uniform, 2) my mother, who would probably go mad if she found out.
Thankfully the teachers either didn’t notice or ignored. After school i took the bus home; there were a few older ladies who stared, but all in all it past peacefully, and i was homw before my mother. Later she came home with loads of shopping, and she texted me to come out the car and help her. I went out to the car in my grey socks, my mo noticed stright away, she asked me where my shoes were, so i lied and said upstairs, in the bedroom. After I lied to her she accepted it, and i relaxed a bit, i started feeling all the different surfaces under my feet, the gravel drive where she parks the car, the soft, slightly wet lawn, the paved path to the front door, the abrasive mat in the porch, the hall carpet and the kitchen lino, and in all honesty it was quite enjoyable.
The next mrning i slipped out without my mom noticing. But now i was little worried, because we had sports that day and if i wouldn’t wear my sneakers i would end in detention – plus i would definitely come home after my mother.
At the end of the first period Mr. Parson, our form master called me and asked why i wasn’t wearing shoes. i was too embarrased to say anything, then he asked what are the story with my sneakers. Again i didn’t answer, and he said did you bring them to school. i nodded, and he asked if i can’t wear so i nodded again. [i didn’t realise that Kevin had spoken to him.] He told me that i definitely will not get a detention if i brought my sneakers. He then told that the sports teacher didn’t show up, so he’ll be taking us for an hour, after which the older class will join us for another hour, and we will go together ot the playing field.
For sports he made me participate in my socks. towards the end of the lesson, just when we were on the ropes kevin turned up. [the school call him in when they take us out of the premises, sinde legally they need more adults out of the school grounds. I was just halfway up a rope and keving started tickling my feet, i was holding on for dear life – as it was the rope was cutting into my hands and feet.
At the end the older calss filed into the gymnasium. Our class all changed to their school shoes and we put on our blazers and caps, and lined up by the school entrance joined by the older class. There were another two boys there who had forgotten their sneakers, and Mr. Parson decided that we all should walk at the back in our socks. It was a kilometre walk and when we got there everyone changed back into their sports stuff, we did a few laps, hopped a bit, and then mr. parson decided to do wheel barrow races. he piared the other two boys in socks, and then told Kevin to be my partner. I was stuck being the barrow, with Kevin stopping every now andthen to tickle my feet. When we walked back he let eveeryone wear their schoolshoes, except for me of course.
That night was the same story – with me pretending to my mother that i had my shoes, and slipping out in the morning. During break uwent over to the store and received my shoes back, and kevin didn’t even take the fiver.

Kevin:

Forgot to mention that the boys all wear ties too. Cannot describe how comical it was o watch a group of boys in ties blazers school caps and all with lace shoes, followed by three bys walking along in their grey socks.

James:

Since those 48 hours i have become much more aware of my feet. before then i never walked without shoes, even at home, since then i ahve started appreciating it and i do it both indoors nad out

Shoeplay dare

Author – sockedboy

Yesterday at school I was playing with my shoes in class. I was popping my heels out and in and take them off every time and dangle them around under my desk. At some point I saw a classmate next to me waving at me and pointing at my feet. I ignored him at first but he kept on doing it so I looked at him and then he made a gesture I should shove over my shoe, I guess. I looked at him with a questioning face pretending I didn’t know what he meant. Then he started writing a note and he threw that on my desk. It said, I dare you to shove your shoes over to me… I looked at him again and he made this gesture again. I felt reluctant and I shook my head. Then a second note landed on my desk saying, I still dare you… All this time I was sitting there with my heels popped out. Then a third note came saying, come on do it, I just want to look at them from nearby… I looked at him again and at the same time I thought, what can happen, we’re in class we can not go anywhere. So I took off my left shoe first and shoved it quietly over to him. At the same time I felt uncertain about this action. He picked up my shoe and looked at it and then he pointed at my other shoe, he wanted that one too. With a little hesitate I shoved my right shoe over too. Now I sat there in my blue socked feet not knowing what he would do to my shoes. He held them for a moment and then he gave them to the guy next to him. Now I really got the shivers because I lost sight of my shoes. I quickly wrote a note I want my shoes back but he only laughed at me with the guy next to him. At the end of the lesson I asked for my shoes but they only laughed at me and said we don’t know where your shoes are, we guess you have to search for them yourself. As everyone was leaving the room I walked around looking for my shoes but they were nowhere to be found. Then I saw this open window and I tought, oh no they would’nt… I opened the window further and looked down and I could see my shoes laying on the ground. I was on the second floor and now I had to cross half the school to get to my shoes. The only thing I worried about was that it was break time. I walked out of the room into the corridor to the staircase. A lot of schoolmates saw me and made fun of me. When I reached the place where my shoes should be they were gone. Now I really got worried because I didn’t know who took them now. I got back inside to follow the next lessons. I asked this guy again for my shoes but he said that he really did not have them anymore. I spend the rest of the day without shoes. After the last lesson I walked to my locker to get my jacket on and go home. On my way to the exit I ran into the janitor, he asked me why I was in socks. I told him about the dare and he only grinned and said, you’re lucky it’s not that cold today, I would have borrowed you some shoes but there aren’t any in the lost and found, I’m sorry. I pulled up my shoulders and I walked outside. I walked for a while towards home when suddenly the two guys from class showed up, holding my shoes. I said can I have them back now? One said shure, and he held one in towards me and just when I wanted to grab it he threw it over to the other guy. This went on for a little while and finally I got my shoes back. I think after all it was a funny dare…

Unfairly blamed

Author – RR

When i was teenager in an all male school i was fighting ith a friend in an empty classroom, it was reallly half joking half fighting and i wrestled him to the floor, and sat myself down on top of him.
Another friend of ours walked past and saw a good oppurtunity, so he bent down and pulled off this guy’s shoes and throws them out the window into the schoolyard.
Suddenly one of the teachers turned up, and saw this fellow lying on the floor without his shoes, with me on top. As soon as i saw her i stood up and so did my friend, and he sees his feet. She asked him what happened and he said that someone had pulled off his shoes and thrown them out the window.
Then she told me to take off my shoes, so i started to explain that i hadn’t takne his off and she says to me “I”ll believe if i have time”. she made me go outdoors in my socks and fetch his shoes.
I brought his shoes upstaris, then she tells me to put them on his feet, it was really uncomfrtable, but eh sat down and i had to open his velcro straps, and put them on and close them.
I was sure that she would then give me back my shoes, but then she walked off carrying them.
I had no choice but to spend the rest of the day in my socks and then i had to walk home in my socks. My parents were really annoyed wih me, they basically felt that i desrved the punishment for fighting with this guy.
she gave the shoes to the headmaster, and he gave them the next day, but in the meantime he found who had really taken the shoes, and he called him in and took away his shoes, and made clean up the schoolyard in his socks. That gy was sure that i was the one who had told the headmaster and after that he beat me up a couple iin school and threw my shoes accross the schoolyard or out of windows.

Shoes stolen at school

Author – Martin

I have had my shoes taken or stolen plenty of times. Most of these were when I was in high school. Our school uniform consisted of a white button up shirt and navy shorts, with an optional tie. We were required to wear white socks and black shoes. A lot of the boys wore black skate shoes.

It was my third day at school the first time my shoes were taken. It was a lunch break and I was on my own, walking through the outdoor area. I am always quite neatly presented, and had my nice clean shirt tucked in to my shorts as per school rules. I was wearing a pair of black Globe shoes with my white crew length socks.

I was considering where to have lunch when I felt a hard pull on my backpack. I was yanked backwards into a taller guy. He was in a group of four older boys at the school. They had a more scruffy appearance – their shirts were definitely not tucked in.

“Hey, new kid. Look at you, all nice and tidy”, one of them taunted.
“He’s got his shirt tucked in and everything”, said another.
“It would be a shame if he got all dirty!” exclaimed another. The group all laughed.

Suddenly, I was pulled backwards much harder by my backpack. I felt a hard push from behind, and I fell to the dirt. I was held down on the ground and I felt each of my shoes being pulled off my feet. The boys were laughing. I heard one of them say “let’s throw him in the bin!”.

I felt myself being lifted up to my feet. I was pushed forwards towards a tall green wheelie bin. I was stumbling across the ground as I was being pushed closer. I felt myself being lifted up and was dropped head first into the bin. I heard the lid slam down after me, and the boys laughing. I stayed quiet amongst the rubbish, and I heard the boys laughter fade away into the distance.

After a few minutes, I knew that I needed to get out of the bin. I pushed against one of the sides. I felt the bin tip, and it hit the ground on it’s side. I slowly slid out of the bin and stood up. I must have looked quite a sight – my shirt was all dirty and pulled out, and my shorts were stained. The bottoms of my white socks were dirty from the ground.

I looked around for my shoes, but I could not see them. I started walking across the dirt and grass in my socks looking for any sign of them. After walking around for about 10 minutes, I found my shoes inside another bin. I was relieved, as I knew that my white socks were getting dirtier and dirtier. I quickly slipped my shoes on to my socked feet and raced away to class, hoping that I would not run into those guys again.

My School experience

Author – pardes boy

when i was boy in school in london, shoe confiscation was used a punishment for almost everything, talking back, coming late to school, running in the corridor ….

I was one of the first boys it happened to, i was in sixth grade when a new principal came, and he introduced the punishment, and shortly after he came, he called a boy from a yunger class and me to the office and took away our shoes for a day.

The school unifrom was basically grey, and although socks were not officailly included, virtually everyone wore grey socks.

When he took our shoes i was in tears, i had t to go to the classroom in my grey socks, and for recess we had to go outdoors, and i was stuck in socks the whole day.

he gradually started doing it more and more, until there was often a third of the class walking round in socks, by which stage it was much less embarrasing, and i even remeber boys playing soccer without their shoes.

For PE you were expected to particiapate fully in your socked feet, climbng ropes etc … the same applied to boys who had forgotten their sneakers at home.

It happened to me a second time on a wednesday, which was pe day, but by then i was more used to it, and that week there were so many of us without shoes that the teacher didn’t bother with the wallbars and ropes.

Eventually the parents and governors made the principal stop this punishment, saying it was abusive. [he was eventually forced out by government inspectors.]

Later, in high school boys would often wrestle each other to the floor, and then pull off the shoes. by this stage i started to find it exciting, and i often started wrestling with other boys knowing that one of us would end up in our socks.

School fun

Author – Sockedboy 

 Yesterday at school I was walking between rooms with my class. We had to go 2 floors up to another room to follow lessons. When we were almost at the first floor one of the guys thought it would be funny to take a shoe off my foot. I almost fell on the stairs as he took it off. When I turned around he was already downstairs trying to throw my shoe up on a ledge at the wall. This would not be such a problem if it was not so high. I think it is about 10 feet. At the third throw he managed to get it up there. Everybody was laughing because I could not reach it. I tried to throw my backpack but it was not a success. Then one guy said come on I’ll help you. He foulded his hands together so I could step up and reach it but half way up I lost my balance and fell down. He held on to my foot and of course that was the one with the shoe still on. Then this other guy shouted take that one too. I struggled but it was no use, he pulled it off my foot and threw it up the stairs to this guy. He ran off with it and now I stood there in my socked feet. There was no time anymore to try and get my shoe down. I had no other choice but going to class without shoes. I had to spend the rest of the day in socks. By the end of the day I retrieved my shoes at the janitor’s office.