In 6th grade, a student sent a projectile at the teacher, and the teacher looked to me to identify that person who did that act, and I wasn't absolutely positive as to who did that, so the teacher took me to the hallway, and had the teacher next door to her classroom, come out with his paddle, wanting me to tell her a name, and he was a very muscular person, that made his own paddle, with holes in it, to inflict more pain, and I ran, to tell the principal what was happening, and my special needs lady, just stepped out of her very small classroom, where I would go from time to time, out of my normal class, and she heard and saw the commotion, and she instructed me to obey them, she's a good person, so I did, and I went back, and that muscular teacher with the paddle with holes in it, proceeded to paddle me, over and over, till I tell them a name, I didn't, after several paddles, went back to class, everyone knew what had just happened to me, and no one messed with me after that incident, and I didn't get mad at all, I didn't even talk to anyone about that day back then...