I survived embarrassed and having to write, \u201cI will not forget my homework\u201d a hundred or, maybe, two hundred times. I\u2019d written lines plenty of times in prep. Prefects, senior boys put in charge of bossing around the younger ones more than older brothers, loved to give out lines for minor infractions, and I infracted often. Sometimes they gave out essays, too, and I\u2019d have to write a page on the sex life of a ping pong ball or snail or ball-point pen. The subject didn\u2019t matter nearly as much as the creativity.<\/p>\n
Some prefects were good fun. Like the one who interrupted prep to ask, \u201cWho knows what screwin’ is?\u201d<\/p>\n
Some of the boys didn\u2019t have a clue, and some did but were too shy to say anything.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on, anyone?\u201d<\/p>\n
I raised my hand nervously. \u201cThat\u2019s when you stick it in and grind round and round,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
The prefect chuckled. \u201cAch, bejesus that would make you dizzy for sure,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
Boys around me laughed.<\/p>\n
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I survived embarrassed and having to write, \u201cI will not forget my homework\u201d a hundred or, maybe, two hundred times. I\u2019d written lines plenty of times in prep. Prefects, senior boys put in charge of bossing around the younger ones … Continue reading