Hello; Having lived thru the situation I can tell the story as it happened. First thing was every use of corporal punishment had to be witnessed. Then concern about lawsuits restricted the use more, even where it was technically still legal. Eventually school systems banned corporal punishment.I don't want to be a bus driver or maintain order and I don't think it an easy job. I also can understand your feeling left without any tools to enforce consequences. You should have the tools to do your job, and there should be consequences for bullying, vandalism, violence etc, but an adult physically striking another persons child is not ok.
So, teachers and bus drivers used other things to punish bad behavior. I think one of the first I tried was to take pages directly from the school boards booklet of rules for riding a bus. Whatever rule the student broke was required to be written some number of times. Maybe ten times the first occurrence. More copies the next and so on. I imagine some parents much like you didn't like such and threw their weight around. Soon enough a formula was discovered. Any form of punishment we could think off was banned because "punishment was unpleasant for the student".
Soon "punishment is unpleasant for the student" became the mantra for everything. No having a student stand in a corner. No writing on the chalkboard. Even in some schools a teacher could not speak harshly to a student. I recall near the end of my time as a teacher having been chewed out for such. I was filling in for one school year for a HS biology teacher on maternity leave. Between bells I saw a boy vulgarly verbally accosting two girls in the hallway. I yelled at him to stop, shut up and get away from the girls. He moved on.
Guess who got called into the office? Not the boy. It was me of course. Among the ironies was the assistant principal apologized for having to dress me down. He had been ordered to do so. The parents, unlike you, did not face me but sicked someone else on me. I forget the excuse exactly. Some convenient syndrome or other. The boys right to be vulgar and publicly accost schoolgirls was more important than the girls of the schools right to be left alone. Since I was new, I did not know he was allowed to roam the halls hurling insults at girls.
Back to immediately after the paddle was banned and I was working at a middle school. Soon enough the bullies figured out they had free reign on the playground. The smaller & more timid students were prey. I soon enough had a flock of such students who followed me around and stayed close during recess. Staying in my sight. It would have been comical if the cause was not such as it was. If I went inside to the restroom that gaggle of timid students would be waiting at the outside school door for my return.
I could not control my classroom. The rowdy types forced to be in school in order to keep a check coming in or ordered by a judge to be in school were given full grown adults to play games with. The rights of those few troublemakers superseded the rights of twenty to thirty some good kids to get an education. But hey you and like-minded folks were incensed about the idea of a teacher punishing "my kid."
I did strike a student one time. He was maybe 15 or 16 and came at me with the sharp end of a broken bottle. After ducking one swing of that jagged edge I side kicked his knee. Seemed to discourage him a lot. His custodians, an aunt & uncle, wanted me charged. Had a school board public hearing. The fact that he went into the principal's office swinging the broken bottle first before coming up the stairs toward my room pretty much spoiled his self-defense line of crud. Some of the other students had warned me he was looking for me. We met on the stairway landing. I was not charged, the student was kicked out of school in the end. The school board was merely going to suspend him two weeks, but my principal argued for a permanent suspension. My principal had also stared at the broken end of that bottle himself.
Met the boy and the uncle in a Kroger parking lot one nigh not long after. As I saw them coming, I slipped a full unbroken 10 oz bottle of Coca Cola from the carton i was loading in my trunk and got ready. The uncle reconsidered the situation for whatever reason and pulled the boy away. That has been the end of it for 40 years or so.
A sad thing was the uncle had two children of his own. I would pick them up on my bus. When the weather turned cold they would be without coats. I bought new coats and gave them to the kids. The older boy who came at me with the broken bottle was kicked out school in a different county. He wound up in my county to live with the uncle and started school. Our mutual bad luck that he was to ride my bus. Soon after he started riding I come to their stop. One of his smaller cousins was bleeding from his face. I found out it was the soon to be bottle wielder who had beaten him up at the bus stop. So, when I got them to school, I marched the soon to be bottle wielder into the principal's office and gave him a couple of whacks with a paddle.
That is how it started. But I get it. you prefer a larger boy continue to be able to beat up smaller children rather than a teacher use a paddle. Does not make sense to me but I do get it. Not sure but think the bottle wielder got moved along out of my county. Maybe he got lucky and wound up at a place run by folks with notions like yours and continued in his ways. Well heck, every place became that way didn't it.
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