The halls are alive with the sound of...

PHWACK! The blistering sound of oak applied to the backside of a student. I was running around on my planning period taking care of this and that and as I walked through the lobby, FWAP! a paddle strikes the backside of another student. If there is good solid contact a resounding sound is created like a slugger hitting the sweet spot of his bat. Likewise if the swing is a dud, a slight turn of the wrist or the student squirms enough, you land a dud, an easy ground ball to first base. Not this morning, someone was swinging with emphasis and the sound rang like freedom, permeating the entrance way and surrounding hallways. There is no hiding it, closed doors hide tears and public embarrassment not the thunderclaps created by some kid getting his @$$ whooped.