A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon - The Woody Back to School Unit

A Life in the Day of Nixdown NixonGoddess Ponsonby-Jones, Goddess Seighton-Holmes,or whatever their stuffy names might be.Nobody seemed to think it the least bit queerto have to say, “Yes, Goddess,” or “No, Goddess”,nobody that is except me who considered itridiculous.It was probably from these early experiencesthat I developed my sense of the absurd and thehealthy cynicism of which I am often accused.I had not long been at this hell-hole before Iwas summoned to the Head-Gals Chambers.When I arrived the four Goddesses werewaiting for me in all their pompous splendor. TheHead-Gal, Goddess Ponsonby-Jones did most of thegabbing, but it turned out that another be-yotch,Goddess Seighton-Holmes was the real villain of thepiece.I was informed that earlier in the evening I hadbeen guilty of ‘Gobbing a Goddess’! Apparently I hadpassed this be-yotch Seighton-Holmes in thequadrangle and had the audacity to go about mybusiness without stopping and saying, “Good eveningGoddess, is there anything I can do to assist you?”She had taken this as a personal slight and felt thatshe had been well and truly ‘gobbed’ as such behaviorwas so quaintly termed.I remember staring at them as if they werealiens from a different planet, which in many waysthey were. I muttered some form of an apologyalthough I did not feel in the least bit apologetic, butit didn’t really matter anyway. A cane was producedand I was informed that I was to be thrashed.