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>I did get called to the office a few times. Usually it >was to pick something up Momma had left for me or >something like that. But the other kids always assumed >I was going to get paddled or detention. I did get a >couple of calls to the office for detention and the >time that I talked about the Assistant Principal >paddling me in Seventh Grade. I along with an eighth >grade boy were both told to report to the office at >final bell. That was the longest walk in the world, >and everybody seemed to know what was going to happen >to me. By the time I got there, the boy was already in >the office and I had to listen to him getting paddled. >The three loud pops scared me it was like a shotgun >and he was bawling his eyes out with each lick. He >came out of the of the office sobbing and rubbing his >butt. Then I had to wait a few minutes because the >Assistant got a phone call. My heart stopped beating >when I was finally called in, and you all already know >the rest... > >Sonya

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