Between seven and ten I went to a school run by very strict French monks. These three pictures brings it all back. My ears being slapped for making math mistakes. Back in England, I forgot to bring a pen to school on my first day and burst into tears. The other kids laughed kindly at my terror and assured me that my forgetfulness would have no consequence.
a younger brother used his left hand for everything, and his left knuckles were repeatedly rapped with a ruler. unable to speak the language, he had no idea what sin he had committed. our mother explained that american children were permitted to write with their dominant hand, left or right.
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