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My dad was a public school teacher for around 35 years with a few as assistant principal (whom anyone who's been in trouble knows he divvy's out the punishment) He was in the same district my brothers and I went to. He was as strict a disciplinarian as you could be in school and out. He hated it when a teacher would send a troublesome kid to the office just to sit out the class, so he'd think up unique punishments, like taking giving the kid a butter knife and sending him out on the soccer field and telling him not to come back until he had 1,000 dandelions cut in a paper bag or scraping gum off the bottoms of desks. I heard these stories at night quite often and the same names over and over. The first day of high school I thought I would probably get the crap beat out of me by these guys. Fortunately they actually really liked and respected him for the way he treated them instead of making them just sit there and those were the guys who always kept in touch with him in the long term.
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