Nearly 1,000 police officers operating in UK schools,

Perhaps you should ask the Education Department Why?

Are poor criminals , criminals because they are poor or poor because they are criminals?

Correctly me if I am wrong , but I was under the impression that most none religious schools are run and monitored by the Local Authority Education Department and the Teachers and Welfare Officers they employ.

The Police are probably in some schools because of the lack of discipline, violence pupils with weapons and drug dealing  

I agree 100% over the last 40 odds years sadly some parents take little resistibility for their children they expect the state to do it for them, our youngest is an Educational Welfare Officer her first post some 20 odd years ago was in a Junior School in Hackney.

Kids arrived many of them could not tie their shoelaces, use a knife and fork and many of them could not read, when parents were challenged on this more often than not some Teachers were told that's your job that's is why I brought my child here for you to teach them.

Most of the kids were well fed good clothes , but many of them were totally undisciplined very badly behaved and some were extremely violent even at that you age, obviously little or no disciple at home or violence shouting was common at home.

She stuck it out to obtain further qualifications, but as soon as she could got the hell out of there to another School which was slightly better, but as it was a Secondary School the Pupils were older and some were bolder disruptive, fights broke out often even in class, as Welfare Officer she was also a Trained First Aider for evet patching them up for bumps and fat limps both boys and girls.

The unruly minority made it difficult for those who did want to learn

Drug deals took place at the school gates on a regular basis , pupils would wander in and out as and when they pleased ,some left with little or no education skills meaning they would be very unlikely, only one way for them to go crime, some of those kids are probably inside by now, or face down somewhere

She now works in a none fee paying independent school she is now an Administrator plus Welfare Officer and First Aider and loves it

My eldest was a teaching assistant at a local primary school and as a real life baywatch babe - a kayaking member of a volunteer rescue organisation that roll out to those unfortunate enough to fall off the cliffs and / or into the River Wye too far north to be in the Severn Area Rescue Associations geographic permit, was well accustomed to the first aid duties you mention and more…

Which is just as well

I received the call at about 11am

My daughter had been on playground duty when one of the pupils aged seven had and I quote ‘unusually for him shouted “I’m gonna fucking kill you, bitch” and run straight at my daughter wielding a jewellers screwdriver with which he stabbed her in the thigh’

It was, I later learned, the language he used that was unusual. The violence was not

I was being called because the 999 call to the ambulance service had been given a reply that no ambulance was available and would it be possible to collect my daughter and take her to A&E myself

I don’t think I did l less than eighty five mph

On arrival I found the school driveway blocked by a white BMW and an angry man yelling at various staff members

Little johnnys dad had arrived before me and was unhappy at tbe teaching staffs attitude to his act of violence with a weapon occasioning actual bodily harm

Sadly at the age of seven little Johnny was below the age of criminal responsibility - which this prick was stupid enough to yell at the outraged headmistress as I stood there.

I was not at this time the health wrecked semi cripple I am today. I was the full flower of six foot three of angry Viking and this piece of shit was a severely tempting target.

I very strongly suggested he take his piece of shit attempted murderer of a son of his and get the fuck off the school grounds before I show his son the mistakes he made in his attack.

His ‘And who the fuck are you’ to me was met by the headmistress’s reply of ‘the father of the staff member your delightful little bastard stabbed. I think he used to be something in the Royal Marines’

Daddy Big Mouth shrank about a foot and took his violent thug brat away.

‘You DO know I only provided the Marines with their radars’ I said.

‘Yes, your daughter mentioned it. She also mentioned how mad you’d be and how many owe you a favour. Please don’t call any in’

Of little Johnny and his enraged father we saw no more. Where they went, who knows

In A&E waiting for the outpatient ‘surgery’ to remove the screwdriver Sarah told me the little bastard - in its original sense - was one of a large number of scrotes dropped at the ‘breakfast club’ day nursery where she was a part time helper at about 7.30 who she then took to school, helped teach, looked after at lunchtime, and then took back to that day nursery’s after school club from which he was regularly not collected until long after the official closing time of 6pm incurring a £25 penalty fee £3 of which went to whichever staff member had to stay behind and lock up. Oh that’s a £3 wage bonus per day not £3 of the £250-£400 in penalty fees the nursery racked up.

Sarah reckoned the kids were fed by their parents maybe once or twice a week, the breakfast and after school clubs feeding them most breakfast and teatimes and most did their homework at the after school club - where she often picked up extra cash working shifts

In reality all these kids considered Sarah their Stepmother or Aunt as they saw far more of her during their waking hours than they ever did of the parents, who dropped them off before going to a job one of them had to do to afford the childcare fees. It’s a shit way to run a society but that doesn’t mean a seven year old thug shouldn’t get a beating to within an inch of their lives before being taken away from the parents and put in care. Preferably in Romania.

It took weeks for Sarah to walk properly, months for the wound to fully heal and about two years before Sarah could bring herself to walk past the school in question again.

She never regained her previous enthusiasm for the job. She did return to the work, elsewhere, but nicked my biking jacket and over trousers and wore them in the playground in high summer. Because they had significant amounts of Kevlar woven into the outer fabric.

I think I should point out that school where my daughter was stabbed while in playground duty was in the middle of the third highest council tax band per square metre housing for twenty miles.

The second highest such place is the estate five miles away where JoG Towers stands. The highest rated such is about five miles in the other direction, offering panoramic views over ‘Little Switzerland’ the hill, farm and river valley now sadly becoming built on that lleads to the far hills of the forest drive

Not exactly the socialist sink estate from which Labour traditionally collected their votes although lots of champagne socialists in academia keen to tax other peoples money.