There was something about waiting outside the Headmaster’s study when you were in trouble and I agree that there was a mystique about the long wait. I only visited my headmaster when I was sent to his study to be punished or when he was addressing the school during assembly. My memory of my Headmaster’s study is of the maroon-colored carpet, the cupboard where the canes were kept, the musty smell and the dark green punishment book where your name, offense, and the number of strokes of the cane you had received were recorded.

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