Shark of the Month October 13
Join Date: Nov 2011
Location: Was northern Maine, now gulf coast of Florida
I went to a Catholic grammer school and remember Sister Georgina wacking me with all she had across the knuckles with a wooden ruler ... and in high school one of the Christian Brothers called me and another guy up in front of the whole study hall because we were talking quitly amongst ourselves. Brother Arthur Whalen. He hauled off and smacked my buddy with enough force with an open hand to the side of the head that he just about knocked him to the ground. Then he made me stand there for about 5 minutes while he cracked his knuckles and walked around me before hauling off and giving me the same whack he gave the other guy. That was the last time I talked in HIS study hall! Not necessarily what I'd suggest out of a teacher, but he made his point and I lived to talk about it. Funny how I still remember both of these teachers' names 45 years later!
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