I went to the restroom but could not get my jeans down to look to see the damage. The longer the day went the more the burn and the more the hurt as I found out that jeans keep the heat in. If I had worn a skirt or dress then air could have gotten to my bottom and it would not have hurt so bad. I struggled and did not say anything to anybody but made the day. When I got home and got my jeans off my bottom was totally blue and bruised really badly. This was definitely abuse but it was not reported or dealt with during this time.
I did graduate on time and with honors as the second in my class but I steadfastly refused to shake hands with Mr Lampkin or hug Miss Caldwell at the ceremony. In fact I did not even make eye contact with either of them. I maintain hatred for them even today and they have both been deceased for many years. Just thinking about this now makes my bottom ache.