When I was Agnes’ age, being sent to the principal’s office was like a death sentence. We weren’t hit, of course (this was the 1950’s), but that ogre’s raised voice was enough to turn any kid into quivering jelly.
When I was Agnes’ age, being sent to the principal’s office was like a death sentence. We weren’t hit, of course (this was the 1950’s), but that ogre’s raised voice was enough to turn any kid into quivering jelly.