My elementary school teacher was a bear of a man; probably 6'4 270ish and country strong. By the time I came though he was in his late 50s, broken, and latently angry like most educators. He had the pleasure of teaching my dad and his brothers who by all accounts were epic hell raisers so he knew there was something inside of me needing a thrashing. So every birthday instead of having the secretary sing happy birthday over the intercom like 90% of the kids got, I got the pleasure of a birthday butt whooping during recess for all to see. On the "one to grow on" he'd bare down and try to bring tears but it never happened as a wooden paddle was nothing compared to the 2 inch thick rubber strip I was accustomed to from my grandpa. On my 12th birthday (6th grade) he saw this as his last chance to leave a mark. I knew this going in. Being 6'0 and 225 I knew he was going to hit me with all he had so as he swung I squatted down and leaned into it, only to have him not adjust in time, hitting me square in the lower back breaking the damn paddle at the handle. It left a helluva bruise and we laughed about it later when we were eating cupcakes. Thinking back on it, he'd probably be serving time still after that stunt nowadays.
Who volunteers to waterboard themselves?Who volunteers to get paddled?
hinking back on it, he'd probably be serving time still after that stunt nowadays.
This seems to cross a line even in the era of unfettered paddling.
You from Parnell or nah?
I would imagine that it's very rare for a group to go to St. Andrews and not play it. Put your name in the draw each day and go play the other courses the days you are not playing the Old Course. They obviously want you to be able to play it.
I would imagine that it's very rare for a group to go to St. Andrews and not play it. Put your name in the draw each day and go play the other courses the days you are not playing the Old Course. They obviously want you to be able to play it.
The one time I got sent to the principal's office for a paddling was for yelling at another kid for pestering me in 7th grade class. Sent us both together for disrupting the class. We walked to the other end of school, and I told the other kid I wasn't going in there. Went to the bathroom, clenched my face to make it look as red as possible, splashed some water in my eyes to make it look like I cried, and went back to class. The other kid did the same.
Still can't believe the teacher believed us, and she never did check out story. [thumb2]
Sign up for one that we put on. It is at least free.CE requirements are so annoying.
What people think is abuse now was not in the 70's and early 80's.
People also used to make AA's drink at separate water fountains iircWhat people think is abuse now was not in the 70's and early 80's.
Obama, manWhat people think is abuse now was not in the 70's and early 80's.
chase, what happened to you on twitter? I know you changed your name but you used to tweet a lot and really go after some people.
If I can find camo croakies I'll wear it to the first game with my horse belt, Oxford, khakis combo.
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Mr. Martin (300 lb. who looked like a NFL tackle) used to carry around huge paddles complete with holes drilled in them for maximum whipping power
Bought that exact pair last week in Seagrove.How about some some Costa camo Croackies?
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If I was a gambling man