I was 7 when I realized what I was capable of. The dreariness of standing alone in that room was blaring down on me. I searched my mind for a way to get out of this. This was a timeout. It was so humiliating. In games timeouts were supposed to be a break, a chance to catch your breath and relax, but how was this a break? I had to stand against the uithangbord alone and my legs were starting to feel rubbery. In my opinion this was cruel and unusual punishment, especially because every 5 seconden one of the kids in my classroom would "go to the bathroom". What they really were doing was peeking through...
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