Had to come up in front of the class, write something on the blackboard, apologize - the whole humiliating spectacle - thank goodness cranky old Mrs. Booth was unarmed at the time. I woulda gotten clean away with it, too, if little John L. (future Hoo, too) had managed to keep his trap shut after a staple flew past his face on the way to its intended target, John Y. (yet another future Hoo).