Sarah tried not to look too hard at the tools as the headmaster pulled them out. A paddle with holes cut through it, a leather crop, several rattan ca...es, there seemed to be no end to the pile. Selecting a wooden ruler, the headmaster swung it a few times, testing its balance and heft.“Now then,” he said, “Make sure to keep a good count, or we might have to start from the beginning again.”There was no warning for the first strike, and Sarah jumped in surprise as she felt the impact of the blow. My camp friend Justin called me. He was tall, good looking, and one of the most fascinating and coolest people I had ever met. He wanted to get together, go to dinner and a movie or something. So I told him to come to Nick' house two nights later, and pick me up. Nick was having a party, and I was going so we could hook up. Anything unusual there? And plus ... I was taking Claudia's advice ... getting myself more than one guy.So at eight thirty two nights later, Justin showed up at Nick' door.. That first semester, I got to go home not one time. Man, was I homesick! I went to classes, studied, played a little ping-pong, and slept. I didn't even know you were allowed to do anything else until the second semester. I found the student union and began spending a lot of spare time there. Some of us studied there while others played cards or video games and others ate — or made out with girls. I guess that's what got me to hanging around so much, watching guys kissing on the girls and. Brianna was happy and excited. It was what I wanted. I would do something else to further excite her in the near future.As I walked home, my happiness about Brianna dissipated as I thought about how I nearly got beat up by Ben behind the gym. Michelle was the bait and I fell for her lure or I should say allure. She was as responsible for the trap as Ben was. I was angry.When I got home, I typed up the thoughts I had during my walk back. After a few edits, this was what my message.