De' fliengde Vuogtlänn'r

Observations, rants, etc. from a guy who really gets around.


What Happens When You Misbehave

You have to stand with your nose in the circle.

Some of us were talking the other day about punishments meted out by school teachers. I recounted that the most evil, diabolical, inhuman punishment I knew of was used by my high school English teacher. If you got caught misbehaving, the standard punishment was an hour in detention. Each teacher had his own form of penitence for miscreants. (And yes, I remember cleaning up the Chem Lab on at least one occasion.) One individual was rumored to have been sentenced to sweeping the parking lot with a hand broom.

However.... the worst one was the guy who taught Sophomore English, Senior English, and Senior Speech. If he kept you after school, you spent an hour doing..... nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

You didn't read. You didn't talk. You didn't listen to that transistor radio surreptitiously smuggled inside your jacket. You didn't even do homework.

You did nothing.

For an hour.

And if he caught you doing anything, the clock started ticking all over again. Needless to say, he kept very few students after school. And, to the best of my knowledge, there were no repeat offenders.

But the oddest was the one recounted by one of the Housekeeping supervisors. I had never heard of being required to stand with one's nose in a circle on the board. So she demonstrated.

I sure am glad I had my camera with me. :-)


At 13:01, Blogger BeatlesDiva said...

I know this might be a shocker, but I never got into trouble where I had to stay after school. I just got sent to the principle's office. No worries to me, the principle loved me, so it was actually fun to go.

At 10:22, Blogger Lucy Stern said...

Jahn, I didn't get into much trouble either. The worst thing that happened to me was in the second grade. I was bored with the teacher and I decided to make a Teepee with my sweater and a ruler. The teacher came along, snatched that ruler out of the teepee and whacked me with it. When I got home from school that day, my dad whacked me even more with his belt. Needless to say I was an Angel after that.

At 11:46, Blogger Jahn said...

Oh, I never said I didn't get into trouble.

Just never got caught. Much. :-]


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