In the first grade of a rural public school in western Tennessee, I was a chatterbox who would not pay attention. One day, as I continued to act like a space cadet way before the Sputnik era, my teacher lightly slapped my face to let me know my classroom behavior was unacceptable.Lord knows what draconian penalty would befall a teacher today for administering that gentle tap of corporal punishment. But it worked; I started learning my letters and sounds and numbers. To this day, Miss Sowell is one teacher I remember with respect for that wake-up call.
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