| This account is NOT about modern rock "music", since I am convinced music died after 1969! (Hey, I'm a Baby Boomer). This is one of 2 accounts of when Tim and I were in the 7th grade (in separate classes ever since the 1st grade). In "those days" (ugggh, I feel old), before the liberals and their silly "political correctness" slithered in, no one thought a thing about getting paddled in school (accept the "paddlee"). My 7th grade room was in an old part of the school and all Jr. High paddlings took place up stairs in a near by room called "The Radio Room" (I have no idea where the name came from). The room had a lot of windows in the front of it and could be seen from my 7th grade room IF YOU STOOD AT THE PENCIL SHARPENER. When a teacher would say to you, "Up to the "radio room", you knew your fate was sealed! One time some poor unfortunate from another class was sent "up to the radio room", so most of us in our room were doing a lot of pencil sharpening to see who it was. Of course my curiosity got the best of me and I grabbed the nearest pencil and waited my turn in line at the pencil sharpener while straining to see or hear who was "up there". I wasn't paying very close attention as I stuck the pencil into the sharpener and slowly started to turn the crank. I suddenly heard a grinding sound totally foreign to a normal pencil sharpening sound. Unfortunately, my 7th grade teacher heard it too and got up to investigate. Just as he got to me, I pulled out the pencil and to my horror, noticed that it was a metal mechanical pencil! The teacher's only reaction was: "You get up there too"! Alas... the story of my life... |
