On Gma, I watched a segment about paddling in schools. I felt sorry for this little.girl because it was over something stupid and now she's scarred for the rest of her life. I've been there, i was a little bit older when I was paddled.for the first.time.
It was about 81-82, living in Tennessee, it was a thing in school.to be paddled. Idk if my mom knew about the disciplinary actions, if she did, idk what to think about her thoughts at that time.
If I remember correctly, I have done my homework, I've always managed to do my homework while.caring for my siblings and chores. I remember seeing it in my notebook. Well, I get to class, no homework. I say i don't have it, in the hallway i.go. Up.until that day, I havent been paddled in school. I didn't want.to.be paddled by this teacher because her swing is like a baseball player's.
The first hit stung, I dont think I cried, second hit was a little bit harder, still didn't cry. That could've made her mad, allother students cried or were.close to tears. The third hit still nothing, I went back into.class and sat down like nothing happened. My butt stung, sitting was no.problem.
From.that.point on, I made.sure all my homework.was.done and handed in on time no matter what. Guess that's what I needed to keep me.focus then. And now I understand why I so desire that same discipline now.
