This is how discipline was meted out in my third-grade class. Every time your name was placed on the blackboard, you would get one whack with the ruler administrated by the teacher after your handwashing for lunch. Sometimes, I would get three whacks. I really just never connected the punishment with my behavior throughout the morning. Because of that disconnect in my make-up, the behavior never changed. I don’t think some of those teachers had had child psychology.
Looking back, my assessment is that, as a kid, I was lacking in discernment.
Whoever loves discipline loves knowledge, but he who hates reproof is stupid.
The rod and reproof give wisdom, but a child left to himself brings shame to his mother.
Just to let you know, I’m doing much better now that I understand the process. Give it some thought the next time you’re disciplined.
Gary