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>I never got a correction personally for a bedtime >offense. There are a couple of reasons for this. > >First, My brothers and I, we had a pretty well set >bedtime routine, which (for me at least) it included >bath, teeth, and Mother (Or Mrs J who took care of me >whenever Mother was not available) reading to me for >about a half hour, then lights out. > >Second, there was no TV in my room. That's just not >the kind of thing we did back in the 70s. People back >then literally thought that too much TV would rot your >brains. > >All that said, after I left for the boy's school at >age 11, I did have this one boy in my dorm who got it >for his bedtime antics. And he actually got the >horse-stick. > >They didn't bother with detention, moving mattresses, >or any of the variety of lesser punishments they >usually went to first. They made the point clear! > >He wasn't just in my dorm, he was my roommate in the >dorm. (Six of us per room, if you're curious) He would >get into my clothes and wear my stuff. > >We weren't even the same size. My stuff was too big >for him to wear. Mostly it was school uniforms. But he >got into my underpants too. (Groan) Why would anyone >wear someone else's underpants? > >He was even worse about bedtime. He thought that the >boys school was one big sleep over, so he would NOT >shut up at night. Needless to say, that annoyed the >others as much or more than me. > >I mean, by one o'clock in the morning, most of us boys >wanted to go to sleep, and then after a week, two >weeks... or whatever, the goofing around and keeping >everyone awake, that gets REALLY old, REALLY fast. > >Thankfully our dorm mother did not try to blame all of >us for that nonsense. She was one of the better ones. >She always seemed to know what was going on in her >dorm. > >(That said our rooms did have what you might call baby >monitors in them. How she managed 4 monitors at the >same time is still beyond me. But she did it.) > >She had warned him multiple times that if he kept >running his mouth until the early morning hours, that >she was going to send him to the Dean for "discipline". > >As we all found out in the course of our time there, >that "Discipline" was the word that the adults used as >a euphemism for the horse-stick. > >That first week he gets sent to Mrs Hendrix, then over >the weekend, he went home. But he's back on Monday, >like the rest of us, and sent to Hendrix again after >the first night. > >Then, on Wednesday or Thursday Buchanan caught up with >me before lunch and cheerfully told me that Vaneli >"wouldn't be keeping the rest of us up at night again." > >My reply: "Did they send him home? (Permanently) If >that's all it takes, I'll keep everyone up at night >too!" > >(I was extremely homesick by this point, and willing >to do almost anything to get out of that school.) > >Buchanan said, "Nope! He got the stick! You really >don't want THAT!" > >It was early enough in my time at that school, that I >only just bearly knew what Buchanan meant. But I had >already heard rumors. > >"He's crying into his pillow in the room, right now!" >Buchanan added! > >And like I said, he sounded excited about it. > >This is harsh, I know, but we were all REALLY annoyed >at him by that point. And I was annoyed with him on a >more personal level for a couple of other things! > >Aside from the clothes and underwear thing, people >always thought he and I were best friends. Partly >because of how he followed me around a lot. And I did, >in later semesters, stick up for him from time to time. > >I made my way back up to the dorms to see what was >going on. And that was the first time I saw any of the >boys, (though it would NOT be the last time) laying >face down, with their heads under their pillow, and >with their bare rear facing up into the room! > >In fact, I would spend time like that, myself, on my >own bed in later years. > >The Horse-stick hurt so bad that you didn't want to be >wearing your shorts afterwards. So often we would just >go back to our beds and lay face down with our pants >down, (Sometimes, for hours) crying into, or under our >pillow. > >And the worst was if you had a class right after >disciplining, you would be expected to sit on it for >the whole of the class. > >Vaneli's rear was more battered than I had ever seen a >rear battered before. > >And true to what Buchanan had said, Vaneli did NOT >play around after lights-out again. Not after that. We >were all so very happy not to be kept up, that I'm a >little ashamed to admit it that now when I think back >on it. > >Though my other problem, with him wearing my clothes, >that still persisted for a while. But That little >problem led to a more serious problem for Vaneli. > >By wearing my underpants, he had to deal with some >unexpected consequence because that no one was wearing >his own underpants. > >And the laundry, kept count! > >You see, we were expected to bathe, and change our >clothes (especially our socks and undershorts) every >night, before bed. All of our school clothes were >custom, and had our names sewed in. > >Either our dorm mother or one of the seniors/Jrs, whom >the school used as teacher's aids, would be in the >shower room that first year, to ensure that we knew >how to clean ourselves. > >But the laundry room was the backcheck. (And oddly, >They never seemed to notice that I had gone through >all of my extra shorts, every week. (At least, nothing >was ever said to me on the subject.) > >And if you can believe it, there was a far worse >consequence than the horse-stick if it was determined >that we had extra poor hygiene by the end of the >semester.

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