And I was the only boy from the school who was likely to be in that suburb at that time of day.
The next day at school – just after recess, a boy delivered a note to our class – a green slip, the type always used to summon a boy to the office.
“Dean. The Headmaster wants to see you. Off you go.”
I began the long walk – my classroom was one of the furthest from the administration block of the school,
but even so can’t have been more than 100 meters at the absolute limit from the office.
Later on when I was in Grade 6 and Year 8, the distance was probably less than 30 meters.
But it *always* seemed so much longer.
And as I walked I was trying to think of what I might have done to be summoned.