tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247593408250639167.post933740723782385894..comments2022-04-07T18:29:36.471-07:00Comments on Pup Emrys: Pain and PunishmentUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247593408250639167.post-40270425939788988992013-05-04T02:21:16.547-07:002013-05-04T02:21:16.547-07:00Lines are easy for me. I learned my freshman year ...Lines are easy for me. I learned my freshman year how to double your speed by writing with both hands. I remember my Geometry teacher made me write 500 times "I will not hide the stapler" (because I had a nasty habit of doing so), and then I walked up to her with my sheets, asked to used the staples, and then subsequently hid it again (down the back of my pants). She should have saw that coming. She figured it out it was gone next period and pulled me out of my class confused. <br /><br />I don't do well with punishment. For me, I can't let the person "win" in my head. I'm more a positive reinforcement type person. I can beat myself up worse than anyone else can. <br /><br />The worst punishment for me ever has been vegetables. I was made to eat, and then force fed carrots until I threw up (about a whole 4 baby carrots). My ex quickly learned that's not a good way to try to "convince" me to eat nutritious. <br /><br />Now, if he's mad at me, he'll play Country or Gospel music on the speakers loudly. The Wardenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00008269907356586796noreply@blogger.com