Consequences Shmonsequences

Once I arrived at St. Andrew's this afternoon, I immediately realized that again I had not been informed of the classes being canceled. Despite my chagrin, I stayed to watch the children practice their speech day performances, and hang out with them once they finished. Once they finished practicing their songs, I went up to the field with a few of the girls and played some soccer which was just running around kicking a tightly packed ball of trash. Trash balls are the main source of fun for the children here in Uganda. No lie.
After some yelling and laughing, the disciplinarian came up yelling at the kids to come to assembly when they hear the bell. The girls looked terrified, and ran as fast as they could back to the assembly. I felt terrible. When I got to the front of the school building, where the kids were supposed to gather, I walked over to the girls who were in a group off to the side where they looked like a bunch of abandoned puppies. They were saying to me, "Help us sir, she is going to beat us." When she got back, she walked over to them with this big stick and a mean look on her face. She yelled, "Lie down; all of you." This was so she could get a clean shot at there butts. I then stepped in, and tried to tell her that they were with me, and we did not here the bell from the field, but she, "No, they're not being forgiven." Boy, could she ever swing that stick. The girls showed obvious pain, but tried to remain tough in front of the spectators. So I got that on my conscience now, but the burden was softened a little when the girls all laughed at me when I looked so disconcerted.