My little girl shoes

There's no denying I am very much a 'little girl' in lots of ways although my chronological age is a bit different . These shoes of mine tell you a lot starting with the T-bar which most little and even some older girls shoes always came with before the popularization of trainer and ballet pumps as well as the black colour which was only seconded by brown in most schools. They also come with a heel - a half inch heel - almost like a grown up shoe for a teen to wear at some function where she'd want to look a more mature or sophisticated  but still youngish.
The appeal is obvious.

Uniform inspections for Jo?

We may only be about a fortnight from my birthday but the difference between me and most people isn't getting any narrower, quite the opposite actually.

I do feel there's something to be said for putting me in a full uniform on a daily basis and inspecting it, rewarding when I do a good job in presenting myself properly and adminstering a suitable punishment when I fail to.
Part of my problem in life is I don't care enough about things, I lack self respect not even checking myself in mirror so something like that might help train me up.

Delivering the message

A powerful, well delivered caning that leaves it stinging with burning weals across my bottom is highly effective in motivating me and something no one should be afraid to deliver when the going gets tough.

Explosion

Oh lordy, I really blew it this week or rather others did for me because of some activity when in a voluntary post I did, I was outed as a little that  come as I guess as a shock for my colleagues.
This was bought about by a  group of losers who didn't get the proposition, your site, your rules to the point of being banned who  then started looking for hidden bits of my life like the bits around spanking and regression and so on, deciding to repost them on some site they own  for all to see.
The strange thing  is I've been implored to hold my head up high by the powers that be what I do and think what I do  offsite is my own affair however bizarre it may seem to others and I will be supported.
It actually makes me cry so much that they care.

School science

At most of my schools we did science as 'Combined Science' that's to say physics, chemistry and biology as a single unified subject.
For instance we learnt about ohms law, series and parallel connections playing with battery DC cells, motors, lights and some pre-assembled modules.
For biology we used Microscopes to see very small particles from minerals, plants and small bugs.

That was fun and I had one at home with a set of slides.
We also dissected parts inluding very small mammals.
For physics we used bunsen burners to heat up various compounds taking care not to set fire to our desks or us as well being careful with gas .We also learned about energy and how a moving object can gain it.
We had to write up all our experiences properly with clear conclusions in our exercise books in neat handwriting.

Making an entrance

What you may not realize is as a Junior Middle is just what a difference NOT wearing pants makes to things like getting in and out of a car in your gymslip or skirt which was why when I gre up (allegedly) it wasn't uncommon for girls to be taught how to without revealing more than you should and ensuring your skirt is straight at the back.
Some places do offer modules on etiquette, decorum  and so on for the social skills you need as much as the academic to get by using the 'unspoken rules' we are assumed to know.

Come here now, Miss!

As a child this kind of exultation was commonplace in schools and other places and almost instinctively you stiffened up and look right ahead the minute you heard that phrase.
In my school this was not uncommon.
For example I had and still have great difficult with math struggling to perform basic function but we we taught using the 'whole class' method so the work was set toward the mid to high ability end.
One day, I felt the whole pointlessness of trying to do long division when I couldn't get basic subtraction which part of the way you do it with pen and paper and just refused to do it telling Miss for good measure.
That's when I call the call to come to her desk whereupon she proceed to smack me in front of the whole class saying I was being disrespectful to her and the whole class. Whatever the merits of her argument were it didn't deal with the problem I was having.
Perhaps the most vivid memory I have of what was called school discipline back then was seeing a boy being dragged into a store room after being caught smoking and caned.

 Usually punishments were written up as a record as above.