By Holly J This is the true account of how I received my first school paddling at a school in North Carolina. “Holly.” My head snapped around involuntarily and my hand, which had been engaged in trying to pass a note to my friend Beverly, ducked back to the “safe” cover of the desk. “Y..yes, Miss Bright?” “Stand up, right now, and give me that note that you were passing to Beverly. Beverly, you too. Up.” Caught. Of course, it wasn’t like I could hide it. She’d seen it. When she had looked up she had been looking directly at