Remember when?

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Man, my paddling was in the seventh grade. I can't remember what it was for but Mr. Brown, the vice principal did it. He drilled holes in his paddle so it swung faster and with less resistance. Some boys swore that it whistled before you felt the lick.

Mr. Brown, shop teacher Mr. Tracey, and the gym teacher Mr. Kelly were the three who swung the hardest paddles. One day, the boys were out of control in shop class. Mr. Tracey restored his authority by placing an 18" high metal trash can on a table and smacking it 25 feet across the room with his paddle. That thing was shaped like Pacman when it landed. We were on our best behavior after that!

My worst one came in the fifth grade! This girl lied and said I was running around the desks while we were using India Ink in art class. My art class teacher went next door and got Mr. Coffman. Ugh! He was 6'6" blonde and had the personality of Lurch from the Addams Family. He was the boys Industrial Arts teacher so he made his own paddle that was about an inch thick with holes drilled in it. I had to go into the storage closet and that bastard went back like he was hitting a home run and BAM! Dust came out of my pants and all the blood rush to my face but I didn't dare cry. LOL!!!!!