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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008 |
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The floor is dark hardwood, very dark. The walls are white I think, and the room is oddly shaped. There's a lot of clutter. There are lots of books. Stacks of them. Feels like a disciplinary's or dean's office. I am standing in front of the desk, a very smooth dark wood desk, well worn. It is not a very big desk, maybe 3 feet wide. From where I'm standing, the door is to my left. And then to the right, about ten feet away is a small window with natural sunlight coming in. Dark wood framing is around the window and door. The ceiling seems very high. The window area has a set of steps that lead up to it. I am probably 14 years old am wearing a white dress shirt, dress type trousers(wool) that are a light tan or grey color. The room has a very odd shape to it. There is a coat rack behind me? The man sitting behind the desk is difficult to focus upon. He is not very happy. I think that a group of students got in trouble and each student is expected to speak with him individually. Several students have already talked to others, and they've been punished. I feel stiff and nervous, and figure I'm going to get punished regardless of what I have to say. I am expected to tell what others did, but I plan to only tell him what I did wrong. I didn't want to tell on the others, so I only told what I did. I am not happy that others are being told on, but I'm being honest about what I did wrong. The man behind the desk is wearing a very dark suit, maybe glasses, balding on top, dark hair (what's left) not very attractive. He gets up. Tells me along the line of that he finds my honesty admirable, but I must still be punished like the others, even though a little less. He tells me to bend over and drop my trousers for punishment. Punishment with a long ruler didn't feel real good. I feel annoyed because when I told the truth to my parents I didn't get punished as badly. Sometimes not at all. I get the impression of the rest of the boys in our rooming area were also involved in the trouble. It was probably about ten of us who got in trouble. Some boys are upset and crying. I think I am coping better because I'm older and more mature. We decide to compare our punishment wounds to possibly make each other feel better that each individual isn't the only one who is hurting. The office room of the teacher/punisher is such a strange shape I cannot get it out of my head!! The weird shape and dark wood seem to stand out more than anything else. Possibly a triangular shaped room. |
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