I’ll never forget Sister Mary Robert, all 5’1” of her, slapping a 7th grade boy for raising his hand to her. Left, right, left, right, from her desk, down the aisle, across the back and out the door, down three flights of stairs to the principal’s office. She never missed a beat.
Next day, his father brought him to school. He had a black eye. He was made to apologize to Sister Mary Robert and the whole class. There were no more incidents in the entire school.
That was discipline before parents somehow decided that it was cool to be a friend, rather than a parent, to their children.
Yeah, whenever I got in trouble at school, I knew that the discipline would be even worse for me when I got home. My parents ALWAYS took the side of my teacher. And it was for my good.