My husband was a naughty little imp in Jr. High. Before school started one day, he was inspired to whip out his pocket knife he always had with him (Oh the horror! He still carries one every single day) and began to alter the sign on his Arts and Crafts classroom door into Farts and Crafts. His teacher (a man, who also taught him in wood shop and metal shop) caught him red-handed; and next thing he knew he was lifted up from behind by his ears, spun around, and the teacher back-handed him across the face. Then he was pulled into class and had his bottom spanked with a paddle in front of the entire classroom. And then summarily sent to the principles office. End of story.
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My husband was a naughty little imp in Jr. High. Before school started one day, he was inspired to whip out his pocket knife he always had with him (Oh the horror! He still carries one every single day) and began to alter the sign on his Arts and Crafts classroom door into Farts and Crafts. His teacher (a man, who also taught him in wood shop and metal shop) caught him red-handed; and next thing he knew he was lifted up from behind by his ears, spun around, and the teacher back-handed him across the face. Then he was pulled into class and had his bottom spanked with a paddle in front of the entire classroom. And then summarily sent to the principles office. End of story.
Major street creed with his peers that day.