Half Of Class Got The Wooden Ruler

           I was in 8th grade, 14 years old. It was winter, it snowed for the first time that winter. During the big break, we went outside for a snowball fight, at least the boys were. I and 6 other girl went to see and cheer, lol. Unfortunately for us, we forgot to watch the time and the fact we had class with our form teacher and we all were late.
            When we entered the class our form teacher was furious. She told us to go to our sits and stand. And there we were 7 girls and 9 boys waiting for our fate. She took her wooden ruler and she announced that we all are to receive 5 whacks with the wooden ruler on each hand. Some of us tried to plead for forgiveness, but it was useless. So here she went to the boy standing in the bank from the first row. “Hold out your hands” and whack, whack … whack and ouch, ouch and tears. I remember him because he was one of the good pupils and he rarely used to get it. I felt sorry for him. And it continued, whacks and cryings, I was hearing all but I was feeling like I was having an out of body experience. That was until the teacher got to the girl standing besides me. I “woke up” at the first stroke she got and her instant crying. Before I knew it was over for her and it was my turn. I hold out my hands and whack, whack, tears started flowing, whack … and next thing I remember it was over. My hands were sore and I was crying. While rubbing my hands, I was hearing the boys from the back rows getting it.
            After that I was never late when we had class with our form teacher