While in Junior High School, I was paddled in front of hundreds of students. In the 7th grade, I got into a fight with another student in shop class. We were both sent to the principal’s office. We were made to hold our palms up and flat, the vice principal slapped our palms very hard with a thick ruler. It actually really hurt. Before we left the office, he rolled open a desk drawer, pulling out a monstrous thick light colored wood paddle, while saying, “Next time, you graduate.” He was not kidding. A few weeks later, the same shop