Waiting to get hit
by Regis Boff
I was smart, so I did not get hit in high school.
Athletes got punished with “swats” from the coaches. One for a “D” and “two for an “E” ( an F nowadays). The paddles were wooden, and they hurt. The huge black kids, who frightened me, often cried.
In grade school, I was sent to the Principal to get spanked. Later he used a paddle too.
It was formative.
The waiting to get hit was terrifying. To this day, I never, ever, hesitate to confront the inevitable.
When I was younger I would hit first if I was sure it was coming my way.