ah, Unca Bill, you remind me of the punishment used by my Grade 8 teacher (never on me, of course!): If he caught you talking in class, you had to stay back at the end of the day and talk to yourself for five minutes. The punishment increased in length by five minutes, every time you were caught talking on a given day. I remember going back for something I'd forgotten, on a day when the class blabbermouth was stationed in the window, carrying out his punishment - I think he was "in" for something like 20 minutes! - there he stood: "I see a car driving along Van Order Drive. O, there's a bird. There's a woman walking along. Nothing is happening now. The grass is green. The sky is blue...." etc. Thought that made the punishment fit the crime quite nicely!

I rather thought you were going to tell us a different tale, when you said she cooped you up in the kneehole of her desk....

Let us go in peace to love and serve the board.