When I started school as a five year old many years ago in the 1970's, I had a really interesting a cool pencil sharpener that a boy in my class coveted. During the day, this boy tried to steal it from me a number of times, until at the end of the day he finally succeeded. I told my teacher, Sister Joan that Michael had taken my pencil sharpener, having no proof as such, since I hadn't seen him do it, but thought it must have been him given his earlier attempts on the sharpener that I was aware of. So, my teacher, Sister Joan proceeded to search him and his belongings until she found the stolen item, which she returned to me. As I was leaving to go home, I glanced back into the school cloakroom to see Sister Joan administering punishment to the boy by washing his mouth out with soap, thus preventing what may have been the beginning of a life of crime for a child who instead grew up to be a model citizen. On the front page of the Dominion Post yesterday, there was ...