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Date Posted: 07:25:09 11/29/05 Tue
Author: Thomas
Subject: The Strap Again
I remember getting the strap a number of times when I was in school. In general the strap was something to be avoided. Not fun. Getting the strap from Miss Secter was different though. For one thing, she never gave it to you without warning and for another it never happened right away. She strapped during recess, or after four. If a classmate was booked for morning recess, then a second strapping would be booked for afternoon recess. She only strapped us one at a time. The exception was an after four strapping. If she had two of us to strap, often the result of a school yard scrap at afternoon recess, one would wait in the classroom while the first was taken along the hall to the strap room. Then she would come and fetch the second. She was a tall, good looking, stern but kind teacher. She never got angry, she always spoke softly and she always said she was sorry she had to give you the strap. Being sorry didn't stop her from doing a good job of it. But afterwards she would give you a hug and hold you for a minute while you cried and in her soft but firm voice she would again review what had led to the strapping, her regret, and her hope I'd learned my lesson.
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Re: The Strap Again -- Nancy, 08:13:46 11/29/05 Tue [1]
Thomas, where was this strap room in the school?
I ask because my mother was a school principal and her school had a strap room too. It was a room next to the nurses office and had a small couch, an easy chair and a desk in it. The strap was kept in the top drawer of the desk. Teachers all had the right to either take a student and give them the strap, or, send them to the office for the strap, in which case either my mother, or the school nurse, would apply the strap. In the rare event both my mother and the nurse were unavailable, which would happen during events like Field Day, then Mrs. Oaks, the school secretary would administer the strapping.
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Re: The Strap Again -- Thomas, 10:10:54 11/29/05 Tue [1]
>Thomas, where was this strap room in the school?
>
>I ask because my mother was a school principal and her
>school had a strap room too. It was a room next to
>the nurses office and had a small couch, an easy chair
>and a desk in it. The strap was kept in the top
>drawer of the desk. Teachers all had the right to
>either take a student and give them the strap, or,
>send them to the office for the strap, in which case
>either my mother, or the school nurse, would apply the
>strap. In the rare event both my mother and the nurse
>were unavailable, which would happen during events
>like Field Day, then Mrs. Oaks, the school secretary
>would administer the strapping.
The strap room was on the second floor, across the hall from the office. When you were taken there you'd be put in the room while the teacher went into the office where, among other things, your parents were called. When she came back the strap would be in her hand, the door would be closed, and soon afterwards the strap would be landing on your outstretched palm.
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Re: The Strap Again -- Nancy, 07:43:40 12/01/05 Thu [1]
Hi Thomas. I guess we weren't at the same school. It would have been interesting if you had been strapped by my mother! I remember the feel of that strap landing on my palms. Several teachers were fast strappers: whap, whap, whap to get it finished. Mom always paused between whacks though to let the last one sink in. There was always a short period of not feeling anything and then the sting would build. Mom liked to let the sting build.
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