Quote Originally Posted by Rumblefish View Post
I'm hesitant to reveal the poor schmuck's name lest he be ridiculed in this public forum.
TSom: PM me and I'll tell you privately.
You know those classroom cans we had. Steel, about 30 inches tall. The nun made him sit in there, his feet came straight up and his butt went down in the can.

On a brighter note, it must be remembered that lay teachers also had free reign to "discipline" students.
This one time, [[not in band camp)Mr.Joseph heard me singing the Faygo Red Pop song in class. He stopped his lesson. He ordered me to the front of the room.
Up I went to the blackboard where he was standing with my best "aw shucks" look on my face.
In a move that is the moral equivalent of ripping your opponents heart out and showing it to him before he dies, Joseph, eraser in hand, smacked me in the face with that eraser. The chalk dust laden eraser blew up a cloud of chalk dust that covered me and the kids in the first couple of rows.
After the dust began to settle one could make out the image of me, in full whiteface, standing there stupified. I eventually took my seat, glad I wasn't sent into the "Human Garbage" can. Ahhh, the Wonder Years indeed.
I got the waste basket treatment at Burbank when I was [[wait for it) 6 years old. I was talking to someone in class, and the teacher, Miss Sauer, caught me and put me in a waste basket in the hallway. She must have been a convent reject.