I grew up in the southeastern United States in the 60s and 70s. My math-science teacher in seventh grade was a young and attractive woman named Mrs Nielson.
One day early in the year, the whole class became so noisy that Mrs Nielson told us all to come back after school. But the first football game was that afternoon (that may have been the cause of our excitement that got out of hand). Many of us had bought tickets and reserved a place on the chartered bus that would take us downtown to the stadium.
It was a dilemma. I was among those who took their chances and went to the game anyway, giving little thought to possible consequences.
Lesson Learned1
Related Articles
-
Spanked for talking back 1
This is my recollection of a good spanking my mom gave me – I consider it as the one...
-
The Cane and the Double Standard27
I regret to admit none of the remaining passengers in the carriage, nearly all businessmen, and of course, including...
-
Peters Nanny3
Although academically peters cousin karen was miles ahead of him, peter had shown some interest in this...
-
Six Strokes Of The Cane22
My main point though was about the duality of a country that posses weapons of mass destruction yet has...
-
Discipline at Home & School 1
I read with interest a lot of the comments and remarks on the subject of corporal punishment Like a...
-
This going to hurt you six times more 22
This question has often crossed my mind. I guess not, as no-one seems to have ever mentioned it. Perhaps...
-
Aunt Blanche20
Billy simply could not suppress the temptation of Edith’s bedroom window, and he paid the wailing, redbottomed price after...
-
Wrong time and Wrong place4
I don’t know if it was that experience, or just general observation of life at the school, but I...