I had time to think and realised that the sharp jab I had felt was nothing more than a simple dig with a sharp pencil, delivered by one of the two girls who sat behind me. (I later found out that it was Margaret who had leaned across and poked my shirt covered back).They were no doubt anticipating the outcome of their efforts. Five minutes later the class monitor returned with the requested length of dowel rod. Now you might think that I would have voiced my complaints about what had happened, but be assured, we boys had long worked out that it just didn’t pay to argue, a compliant approach was always best.

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