A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon - The Woody Back to School Unit

A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon
my responsibility to show Ginger a red-card. I hate
this part of the job.
Ginger is a very close chum but I took the Elite
oath and swore that I would treat all the inmates
equally, whether friend or foe. I could take the easy
way out and pretend that I didn’t see Ginger tripping
the gal and leave it to Vix or Debs to do the dirty
deed but I know that would not be fair. I sigh
inwardly and reach into my inside pocket and extract
my card.
“Beckett, Phase 5, step up for goofing,” I hear
myself say. I have just sentenced my chum to several
hot and sweaty minutes bending over the back of a
chair with her bumbags around her ankles for six
strokes of the cane.
Ginger doesn’t show any reaction, she is a
professional mega-minx and knows how to put on a
game face. She knows that she is bang to rights and
accepts her fate but it doesn’t stop me from feeling
like a heel. I very much doubt that it is the last redcard
that I shall be compelled to show today.
I watch gloomily as Patty Hodge, Katie Beck
and the Wart sweep into the hall and bear down upon
Ginger. I know exactly what is about to transpire.
Patty leans in close to Gingers face and is clearly
spitting barbed vitriolic into Gingers ear. Patty is
highly skilled in these situations and she keeps her
voice so low that only poor Ginger and her smirking
cohorts can hear what she is saying. Having been on
the receiving end of Patty’s lacerating tongue a time
or two I can assure that she is not exchanging
pleasantries.