Chapter 24: Groundsmen’s Corner

Dickle can’t work out where they’re coming from. There are boys hanging about in small groups, mostly wearing sports clothes - some in normal clothes too - but all of them seeming to be standing near kit bags. When he stares at them, they turn away or look down at the ground and start kicking the grass, in an effort to try and not catch his eye. Dickle recognises several boys from Kennigwort Upper. They were freshmen then when he worked there last, but now they’re at least year eleven or twelve.

He’s arrived at the groundsmen’s huts with Chairman Governor Cotting, Governor Munnet and a reluctant, still-protesting Headmaster Leezing, who keeps voicing weak protests that Saturdays, as they surely know, are traditionally meant to be non-school days. Surely they must know he has always had a weekend schedule? Such as personal matters that require attention?

Their arrival at the huts has been anticipated as they walked across the playing field. Certain actions visible at a distance have now been curtailed. The lumpish groundsman Moper had been doing something vaguely unsavoury with one of Dickle’s favourite targets, Rossa Wilmutt. Wilmutt has stood up now, big breasts out and bouncing freely, though the rest of her looks lost now and vaguely confused. Her orange skirt is still more or less in place, but her top and bra are nowhere in sight. While her unrestrained mammaries seem red to his eyes.

Head groundsman Borger had appeared to be spanking a stiff and upright Mendele Clitstrop, but that interaction has also ceased. And a close-to-naked Erma Woller had stomped into view just as Dickle and the others entered the field. The third of the groundsmen had followed shortly after, apparently trying to catch the girl. On seeing them coming, he’d stopped his pursuit. A group of four somewhat younger boys had peeked from the narrow wood by Coalbrook Road - no uniforms, no kit bags - before melting back into the cover of trees.

Dickle and the governors have brought Imenna Scutter. Headmaster Leezing has made several comments about her orange kit being too small all around. Don’t you think, Chairman Governor? And wouldn’t it be better if these orange-skirt girls just went back to blue? But Scutter at least has her full orange kit on. When he sees the mostly-naked Wilmutt and Woller, he starts sputtering protests, to Dickle in particular, till Cotting tells him, “Leezing, stop being such an ineffectual twerp. You’re the Headmaster, man! Start acting like one!”

Three other girls are present - Yarra Corkle, Carrel Guelder and the youngest, Minty Ploom. They’re sitting by the groundsmen’s huts with the diminutive teacher Meckle Koffa. And Shrimp is there too - staring at this arriving group, defiantly jutting her chin out towards them. It’s Cotting who’d objected to her presence this morning. Dickle wonders if the man will go after her again.

There are six more girls missing: Croutier and Tanty - who have three and two HPs, respectively, awarded - plus Lutyens, Bumber and today’s youngest, Karp. Remi Breech he’s still angry about losing. That Corkle boy - ungrateful in the extreme, thinks Dickle. After putting myself out for the little so-and-so.

Three other new governors are present too, sitting relaxed on the movable bleachers which the groundsmen have shifted in close to their venue. The silhouettes of the double act, tall Forliman and portly Osper, are chatting to the cravat-wearing Entom Mittles of the Chorus Line Café. Reghunt, Eastman and Pelling are not here - presumably they’re observing the non-present girls.

Also absent - Needan, Fairlaw, Eccar and Cuckles. Tund he’s just spotted, lanky frame strolling from the wedge-shaped wood which backs onto the sports field behind the huts and off to their right. Plus Beelar is now hurrying across the field from the back edge of the playground.

“Excuse me a moment, gents,” he tells Cotting and Munnet, with a scornful glance at Leezing. He stalks away to meet the hurrying Beelar, since the man appears to be quite charged up.

Beelar starts calling, “Eccar’s gone! Eccar’s gone to the hospital!”

“What?” asks Dickle, fearing suddenly that something may have happened to a girl

They finally meet. “Mr Eccar! He fell through the girls’ toilet roof! Trying to catch the ones who cracked the window in Fimber’s eight plus!”

“Which ones who cracked a window? What’s he done to himself?”

“Twisted his back. The paramedics said he’s gone into spasm! And Cuckles went with him.”

“And who cracked this window?”

“Didn’t you hear it?” Beelar asks, then snorts a small laugh. “It was massive! Nearly jumped out of my skin, Mr Dickle!”

“A window in Mr Fimber’s eight plus? Is it shattered?”

“No, cracked.” Beelar measures a meagre two inches between finger and thumb. “About this big, Mr Dickle.”

Dickle stared at Cuckles’ hand. “A small crack then?”

“Yeah. Bottom right corner.”

“You said some - ones - cracked it?”

Beelar blinks. “I never saw them.”

“Not Karp or Bumber or Ploom? Your three charges?”

“No, Mr Dickle.”

“Who, then?”

Beelar shrugs. “Don’t know, Mr Dickle.”

“This window just - cracked, then?”

“Yeah. Really loud! Nearly jumped out of my skin.”

“So you said,” says Dickle with an irritated flurry of facial twitches. “Sound like a pressure fracture. The body of the school is a prefab structure. Such structures can shift.”

“Yeah but Eccar says he saw them!”

“Did he say who was it he saw?”

Beelar shakes his head. “Don’t think he ever did. He just made us come and chase them. Me and Cuckles ... Um, we didn’t see them neither.”

Dickle corrects him. “You didn’t see them either, Mr Beelar, you didn’t see them either. As a teacher, man, you should learn to speak Doglish. So, Eccar has twisted his back, and he’s gone.”

“And Cuckles went with him.”

“So you said. But if you and Mr Cuckles chased this phantom - girl?”

“Eccar said two girls.”

“We’ve established it was girls, then - who has been looking after Bumber and Karp? They were assigned to you and Cuckles, Mr Beelar. Ploom I can see by the groundsmen’s huts.”

“Um, Koffa?” says Beelar.

They’ve been walking slowly in towards the larger group. They’re close enough now for Dickle to shout, “Mr Koffa? Here, please!”

Koffa makes a sign for the girls he’s sitting with to stay where they are. He walks quickly to Dickle, back standing once more with Cotting and Munnet, the Head and Snorty Beelar.

“Mr Koffa,” says Dickle. “Mr Beelar tells me he left Ploom,” he says, pointing, “and Bumber and Karp in your charge just now. But I see only Ploom. For that matter, where is Lutyens? Only Guelder and Corkle were sitting with you.”

Koffa doesn’t blush or look embarrassed, though he does look faintly nervous. “Released on completion of their HP awards.”

“Released,” says Dickle, deadpan.

The governors and Head are now paying attention as Koffa replies, “As per your specific announcement this morning, Mr Dickle. Girls who obey all instructions, etcetera, should be released at the end of their allotted hour.”

Beelar protests. “Bumber had two! Cuckles said she needed a second H, Koffa, and I’m a teacher and I agreed!”

The governors are staring at each speaker in turn. There’s some obvious anger in Chairman Cotting’s face.

Koffa sighs. “Miss Ploom,” and he points, “had also completed her awarded HP. She offered to substitute for Miss Bumber. I agreed.”

“Why, man?” asks Cotting, with his face turning hot.

“Executive decision, I’m afraid,” says Koffa, sighing. “There’s a phrase in today’s orange rule book? About emotional stress. I paraphrase, but the gist is that - punishers need not pay attention to the, ah, emotional state of a girl - unless she becomes functionally unable to continue. One of the last of the rules, I think.” He smiles, a little nervously. “It was my opinion that Miss Bumber had become so distressed that she was, as that phrase says, functionally unable to continue.”

“That should have been my call,” says Dickle.

Koffa shrugs. “You were not present, Mr Dickle, and I did not know your whereabouts.”

Cotting blusters, “So you made that decision all on your own?”

A wry smile touches Koffa’s lips before he answers, “Miz Shrimp was also present.”

“Shrrrimp?” Cotting shouts.

Koffa says calmly, “She agreed to the substitution of Miss Ploom for Miss Bumber.”

Munnet speaks for the first time. Where Cotting is angry, he seems calmness itself. “So the Ploom girl has taken on this Bumber’s second H?”

Cotting mutters to no-one, “Bloody woman.”

“Two, actually,” says Koffa.

Munnet asks, “Mr Beelar, you and Cuckles had awarded Bumber two?”

“No, one,” says Beelar, shaking his head.

Koffa looks at Munnet, then Cotting. “Sir, Miz Shrimp agreed to the exchange of the girls on condition that Miss Bumber’s single second H be doubled. Miss Ploom has two more logged to the system.”

Cotting seems to miss the point. “Shrimp agreed? Shrimp is an assistant, and a female one at that!”

“What’s the trouble? Heard my name being shouted!” Shrimp has trudged her chunky frame over.

Cotting glares at her with transparent hatred, face now dark red.

Shrimp is not the only new attendee. On hearing Cotting shout the word Shrimp, Forliman and Osper, stick and ball, have stood up from the bleachers and are just now arriving.

Meckle Koffa says, “Miz Shrimp, I believe, is today’s Inspector of Misconduct.”

“Inspector of Misconduct and Compliance,” Shrimp corrects.

As Cotting seems about to explode, the arriving Rollum Osper chips in, in a sing-song high voice, “Yes, she is indeed! We made her that, didn’t we, Checkler?”

“Because you did tell us yourself, Mr Chairman, ‘You decide,’” says Forliman.

“I did not!” blusters Cotting.

“Actually, you did,” says Osper. “Messrs Eastman and Reghunt will agree, I think you’ll find.”

Cotting seems stung. He says, “I left it with them to make the decision.”

The gangly Forliman says gently, “And they ceded the decision to us, Mr Chairman. ‘Sack her or give her the top job, you decide.’ That was Governor Eastman said that, right Rollum?”

“So we went in the middle,” Osper adds. “Not top job. Not quite. But Inspector. Of misconduct. to decide - you know - if there’s any doubt.”

“Sexual misconduct,” Forliman chips in. “If it’s happening. See?”

“A deciding opinion, isn’t it, Checkler?”

“She does have this clever technique,” confirms Forliman. “For deciding. Quite the thing.”

Chairman Cotting’s angry face is now looking puffy. “You say she gave the Ploom girl another H on top of this Bumber’s?” He’s addressed this to Koffa.

“She insisted,” says Koffa. “Against my protests, to be honest.”

Dickle clears his voice. “Miz Shrimp claims to actually be responsible for - what, half the HPs awarded last week?”

“More than,” growls Shrimp.

Cotting is pushing his puffy mouth forward. “Well. Hum. Did tell Reghunt and Eastman. May be forced to change my mind, in light of circumstances. If several governors decided. And, hum, as Inspector? What duties? Privileges, that sort of thing?”

Osper and Forliman haven’t been asked this, though the question is clearly directed at them. But they have talked about it. Osper says, “Special position, we think. Non-teacher thinks a girl deserves an extra H? Her job’s to roam around, keep an eye on things.”

“Her say-so’s as good as a teacher,” says Forliman. “Isn’t it, Rollum? She does her test, then she can decide.”

“I expect she can do all sorts of tests,” says Osper.

Shrimp grunts in agreement.

Cotting clears his throat several times. “And, you say she gave the H’s to most of these girls?”

Shrimp says, “Needed secondary back-up from a teacher, Governor. Like Ford.”

“Ford approved these H’s?” Cotting asks.

“A couple,” says Shrimp. “Had to keep on my toes.”

“But now she can award them herself,” says Osper, “by our rules. Can’t she, Checkler?”

Dickle frowns, feeling his authority diluting. He’s garnered the impression that the fat and thin speakers may be making this up as they go along.

Chairman Cotting says, a pop of quick anger inflating on his face. “Privileges of a teacher?”

“Well, at least the same,” says Osper. “I expect she’d be a devil on the playground with that.”

“You mean this carries on all week?”

Forliman jumps in quickly with, “Well that seems to make sense, given just how prolific Miz Shrimp has been already. You’d get a lot more girls at your Saturday events.”

“Inspection privileges too,” says Osper.

“What? What d’you mean?” asks Cotting.

“In your rules,” says Forliman.

Osper adds, “Certain limits on what the male staff aren’t allowed to do. Like at the borders. The Police. Men aren’t supposed to check ... certain areas. If you follow our drift.”

Forliman enthuses, “The Inspector of Misconduct is a female. So she can? She might even think of clever ways to punish said areas.”

Osper does a double take at Forliman here. “Oh, yes,” he says, “If a girl gets all egregious, then punishment’s in order!”

The look on Chairman Cotting’s face seems bilious and stimulated, all in a mush. The look on Ulberta Shrimp’s face seems hot and triumphant.

Cotting asks, still looking confused, “So she gets to roam around all week? A free agent, so to speak?”

There’s a pause, till Osper says, “Any class she wants, I should think.”

“Special position,” Forliman adds. “Special Inspector of Misconduct and Compliance.”

“The terror of the playground.”

“And a wage rise, I’ll warrant.” Forliman winks at Shrimp, who’s glowing bright in the infra red spectrum.

Cotting grunts. Heels a divot in the grass back in place, below him. Then says, “Shrimp. Miz Shrimp. Start over, new - apology. Unfortunate history with trouble-maker women. Miss Fingler, bloody DR stooge. New chapter...”

“Huh! Ruddy DR - awful people,” Shrimp says.

“Indeed,” says Cotting, raising one eyebrow. “But ... certain girls need not to be touched.” His eyes flick up at Munnet, who’s been brooding. “Daughters of certain ... important men. Full briefing required. Orange girls, yes. Yellow. Some blues. Rankings. Compiled. Would need you to know and act accordingly. Important.”

“Understand,” says Shrimp, and taps her nose, winking. “Circumspect. Get the drift. Presume you’ll be moving some girls out, some girls in? Increase the likely cohort?”

Cotting has started to drift away with Shrimp. His face looks surprised. “Indeed. Underway. Swaps with other schools in the district. Make this one special. Still, a lag, Miz Shrimp, and in the interim, need you to know who you can target - I mean...”

Dickle, watching, can still make out their words as they slowly recede.

“Target.” Shrimp winks. “Big Saturdays, eh? Stealing the limelight from Lixmouth and Scarleton?”

“Well - quite,” says Cotting.

“Yah. I don’t tell people much about myself. Hated school, that’s all I’ll say. Bloody awful place. Then I got to be a prefect. All changed. Came into my own, so to speak. Best year of my life. Till now.”

Cotting stops, looking Shrimp directly in the eye. He says, “I expect you were an absolute terror.”

She lifts her eyebrows and faintly smiles. “More than one would piss her knickers if I tapped her on a shoulder.”

Cotting clears his throat. “We got off to a less than optimum start. I hope that that may change. I am sorry I misjudged you.”

Snorty Beelar is panting when he locates Needan, Fairlaw with Shella Tanty and Cherry Croutier. Sent by Dickle to gather them in with a flea in his ear, (“You’ve lost two of your charges already, man! Get these other girls out here before they get lost too!”), he leads teacher and assistant, year ten and year twelve girls, to the makeshift arena that the groundsmen have cobbled together between them. Governors Eastman and Reghunt follow them in. These two discuss with Dickle who’s left and who’s gone. Scunner Pelling is noted as missing in action.

Groundsman Borger has set up the sports field score board as an HP tally. It lists thirteen names, by class:

NL Karp (8+) H (esm) comp/released

GC Bumber (9+) H (esm) H (esm) substituted - released

NQ Ploom (9-) H (esm) H (subst) H (esm)

JT Scutter (10+) H (esm) H (esm)

TU Tanty (10+) H (esm) H (late)

DH Guelder (10-) H (esm) H (esm)

NM Lutyens (10-) H (esm) comp/released

SX Wilmutt (11+) H (esm) H (esm prov conf Dic)

SC Breech (11-) H (esm) comp/released

ZD Corkle (11-) H (esm) H (agg dis) H (agg dis)

ND Clitstrop (12+) H (esm) H (12 5MH auto) 55555

DD Croutier (12+) H (esm) H (late) H (agg dis moth)

FX Woller (12-) H (esm) 5, 5

Taudern has been hanging back in the near edge of the roadside wood, trying to work out what everything means. Comp/released is obvious: he let Remi Breech go home, so her H is comp-lete and she’s been released. (esm) takes him a while, till he looks at the rule sheets he picked up, at Dickle’s prompting, from the back of the gym. (esm), he works, must stand for egregious sexual misconduct - right there in rule 1. Reading that gives him a bit of a shock.

1) Today’s H- punishments have be initially awarded for egregious sexual misconduct or suspected egregious sexual misconduct. Such judgments may be subjective and are not expected to be infallible.

It’s a bit of a wow moment, reading that, for Taudren. Suspected misconduct. Subjective judgments. Not expected to be infallible. That’s a really low bar, he realises. So some of these awards must be pretty much made up, not given for any real offence! He’s not sure if that excites him or horrifies him. Maybe both. It makes him think about all those records he’s been watching on the SPD. How many of them were awarded just for the sake of making a pretty girl jump through humiliating hoops? To get SPD ranking clicks for the school? Probably loads and loads of them!

He’s still looking at the score board. (late) is obvious too: he saw both Tanty and Croutier turning up late, and Dickle gave them extra H’s there and then. Croutier’s mum had been kicking up that awful fuss too, saying her daughter had been horrible to her. So (agg dis moth) might mean something-disobedience to her mother. Aggressive? Now he’s looking at (12 5MH auto) and all the other 5’s. He scans through his crib sheets till he finds the acronym 5MH printed near the bottom of rule 35. The rule says that an extra five minute H punishment can be awarded by any punisher to any girl - so, not just by teachers. Because it says there’s no need to ask permission. And you can give them for disobedience, refusal, hesitation (fuck, he thinks, just for hesitation?), plus delay (which seems like the same thing, more or less) or any other unspecified misconduct, including suspected arousal. They’ve got to be logged with a one word explanation (presumably hesitation or whatever - or even, he wonders, unspecified?), then they’ll be automatically tallied by the system. Any twelve make another full HP hour. So a nasty-minded punisher who wasn’t a full teacher could just pile them on and on till that girl has got another full hour! Which is what it looks like happened to this ND Clitstrop. Plus she’s already got five more five minutes. He gets out his phone - ignoring his liar dad’s long text again - and does a quick calculation, 60 minutes divided by 17 5MH’s. Whoever’s had her has been giving her one of those every three and a half minutes, on average. Mendy Clitstrop. Didn’t Yarra say something about a Mendy Clitstrop backing her up? So she’s like Yarra - a resister.

He groans. ND is meant to be MC for Mendy Clitstrop, that stupid one letter up thing to pretend-disguise her real name on the SPD. But the groundsmen have written up their real last names as well!

H means one hour’s worth of H, he gets. He starts counting these up. Four girls have been released and they all had one H mark, except for Bumber and she had two, but she was substituted - released. Like on a sports team, go figure. Three down from her is Ploom, who has (subst) written next to a second H, which must mean she’s the one who’s been put on for Bumber. Wow, that’s mean, he thinks. Then (esm) is written next to a third - so, some sexual misconduct thing after that? Taudren shakes his head. So maybe she likes it? If she’s in year nine, that must mean she’s probably that girl sitting next to Yarra by the huts over there. He’s interested now. He keeps glancing back at her. Mind, Imenna’s not that far away either.

The most any girl has got is three H’s, and that’s Croutier, the one with the horrible mother - the substitute, Ploom - and Yarra. And her second two are for (agg dis) - as in, aggressive disobedience? Which actually impresses Taudren quite a bit. Hero Yarra, Remi Breech had called her. He wonders what she did this time, and to who?

Dickle’s on his soap box again. Well, a chair. He’s not amplified, so he shouts.

“We seem to have some visitors! We are not sure how the boys from Kennigwort boys school have got inside our grounds! You have not been invited! I have been imposed on by others, though, to try to keep proceedings running smoothly. As we do not have staff available to round you up and expel you, it has been decided you may stay, at least for a now, so long as you do not interfere!”

Taudren has already see some seniors he knows, but he’s really not keen on attracting their attention.

Dickle carries on. “The argument made to me is that your presence may increase the embarrassment for our punishee girls, and since that is a goal here, you may watch, at least for now. Do not abuse this privilege! Please sit on the bleachers provided and do not crowd the girls or their punishers!”

Dickle’s too far away for Taudren to see his ridiculous facial twitches - he’d rather not have to see them close-up. The man’s droning voice is loud enough to carry, though, and pretty much everyone is paying attention. Including four lads who’ve been skulking in the woods just a short way behind him.

“This is Kennigwort Independent Girls’ first H punishment Saturday,” Dickle shouts from his stacking chair. “You remaining girls should know that four of your number have performed well enough that they have been let out after just a single hour! So for those still here, you need to know that good behaviour does pay!”

Taudren knows that Dickle tried to stop him letting Remi Breech go, no matter what he’d said in Assembly this morning. Dickle had thought she should have more just for giggling. And he hadn’t seen Imenna do anything wrong, and he’d given her a second H pretty casually. It surprised him how he felt - he was all for rude stuff, and a lot of what he’d watched on BaseGirlies was mean, but now he was involved at a place where it was happening - he wasn’t quite sure - was it that the girls being actually here meant they were real? He knew he didn’t want it to just be super-nasty, all taking by the men and laughing at the girls. And he might have a brother-sister rivalry with Yarra, but he’d never, ever doubted that Yarra is just as full-on, as vital a person as he is.

Dickle’s droning on about getting extra H’s now. “You all know you may be given full extra hours - or five MH’s for more minor infractions - during the performance of your current award. Full H’s, you’ve been told, will be given for egregious, or suspected egregious sexual misconduct. But already today, two full H’s have been given aggravated disobedience!”

(agg dis), thinks Taudren, not aggressive then, aggravated. Aggressive sounds violent. Aggravated? Maybe not so much.

“But more minor acts of disobedience can also be added to your tally today! So you need to do - exactly - what you’re told by whoever is giving you instruction! And there’s very, very little that he can’t both tell and expect you to do! Thse five minute H’s soon start to add up!” He points to the score board. “As Miss Clitstrop has found to her detriment already!And bear this in mind! Full H’s have to be confirmed by full teachers - but we now have an Inspector of Misconduct and Compliance, who you may well meet in the next hour or two! So your risk of new full H awards just got a little higher. But all punishers may award you 5MH punishments - five extra minutes to be added to your tally - without reference to a teacher or the new Inspector! Just a one word log to the SPD system will add that short extra to your total today!”

Taudren sighs, sits on the grass and crosses his legs. Dickle likes the sound of his own voice, he already knows.

“Now,” Dickle says, “you punishers should know that each award of such a short-length H must include a verifiable video record of the incident itself, plus a one word explanation. Each will be checked by the tech team in the basement, and those that don’t conform, or appear to be true, will be wiped back off. So, log the award for each intransigence quickly! Not more than fifteen seconds on from the event, please. Your cameras have been rigged with a labelled one-touch button to log such awards. As the day wears on, the scrutiny of these short-term awards will increase! So do make sure they are always fully valid!”

Taudren crosses his arms and starts to flex his back. He looks around the site at the girls. Imenna’s too far away to really see her face, but Yarra and her two friends are quite a bit closer. And she seems to have seen him. She’s staring straight at him. He half thinks about getting up to talk to her, but Dickle’s closer to Yarra than he is and he doesn’t want that weirdo to latch on to him again.

“Now, pay attention both punishers and punishees! Twelve such awards have, in your first hour, been required to make up a second full hour! But in your second hour on Saturdays, each short MH will equal six extra minutes. Ten six MH’s make up one full hour! This is intended to give you added incentive to follow every instruction to the letter! This pattern of increase continue then through each subsequent hour. In hour three, such an award will equal seven and half minutes. Just eight of these add up to another full hour! Should you prove to be here in hour four, any six such awards will achieve the same effect, since the MH awards, by then, will be equal to ten minutes each! So the further the day goes on, the easier it becomes for you to earn one more full hour with rather less effort. In hour five, intransigence will earn you twelve minute H’s. Just five of these will add up to your next full hour! And in hour six - please do not conspire to still be with us by hour six - each such award will count as a full fifteen minutes! So just four will earn you another full hour! As we are limited to a maximum of six active H hours today, each award in hour six will spill over to next week. You do not want that to happen!”

Taudren’s legs are now stretched fully out in front, with his arms back and supporting. Yarra is still watching him, then she turns and answers a question from her ash-blonde friend. He tilts his head back and closes his eyes to soak up some warmth from the off-and-on sun, now the latest scudding cloud has drifted out of its way.

“As a reminder for Miss Woller, whose remaining awards total just two five MH’s, in your ten minutes left you may still be awarded a full HP - for sexual misconduct or aggravated disobedience. But this hour’s 6 MH’s are another trip hazard! You’re not off the hook yet! So follow all instructions!”

Taudern lays back now, stretching out full with the back of one hand flopped over his eyes. Till Dickle shuts his trap, all the action is stalled, so he might as well just relax and enjoy.

“Any punisher may award an MH - six minutes in this hour and increasing. Any non-extreme disobedience may earn a 6MH. Refusal - a single refusal to follow an instruction. Other punishee misconduct too, including apparent sexual misconduct. Remember, these awards do not need teacher back-up, though they will be checked remotely. Misconduct includes delay in following any instruction. Next, to make things clear as clean pane of glass, hesitation may get you a 6MH!