I just found this board and wanted to add my two cents....and I will freely use my name.
I am Julie Ramsey, and was a student at Tambo in 4th, 5th and 6th grade (would have been '87-'90). During that time I was beaten with a yardstick for failing to know my 5 times tables by a math teacher, and beaten with the buckle end of a belt by another teacher for not reciting my verses to her before dinner (I had gone to her house to recite them before dinner, but she had a visitor and told me to come back). I was left with a bruise the size of my upper thigh on my left hip. I finally told the principal about it after another student saw the bruise. No one informed my parents of the abuse, and it was only because the teacher wrote them a letter which I delivered to them when I came home for break (not knowing what was in the letter), that they ever knew about the abuse. That atmosphere at the school during that time was basically suffer in silence. We didn't share our fears or tears with each other.
Although it never became sexual abuse, I did have several instances that were incredibly uncomfortable when one of the administrators at the school would rub my arm during chapel. I remember it hurting because it was being rubbed raw, but not feeling like I could pull my arm away.
I remember hiding behind the little girl's bathroom during piano rehearsal time because I was so afraid of my teacher (Not Miss Foster). She would yell if I didn't know my lessons. I was so relieved when I finally got kicked out of piano for not coming to practice.
Tambo was a place of fun memories too, but for me, the overwhelming feeling there was one of aloneness and hidden fears and loss. I have been back a few times since Tambo was sold (my dad, the director of LATCOM, purchased the facilities) and have seen the wonderful ways that God is using the gorgeous facilities to continue His work. It has been liberating and uplifting to see it in a new way.
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