Originally Posted by Semisane

If you got out of line in fourth grade, Sister Justine would grab you by the hair of your sideburns and drag you out of your desk and up to the blackboard. Then she put a dot of chalk on the board that you had to press your nose against until she "released" you. The dot was always just high enough that you had to stand on your toes a bit. That old gal was tough as nails, but there was no foolishness in her class. Maybe she should get the credit for my current semisane status.