They had us shining our shoes and all brass
wear (buckle, etc...) Hell I could not even
drool properly at that age so my mom did
most of it. And then I would promptly make
a mess of everything and get demerits and
have to march extra.

In the third grade my father switched me
to a public school.
There was great rejoycing on my part.
We could throw crayolas and not get beat.