If I had done that in high school, I would have gotten knocked across the room, suspended, and caught hell from my parents when I got home. ‘Course, I’m just an old white male, so what do I know?
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.