The thing is, each time they turn momentarily out of sight, when their horses return, new riders appear to take their place. Always fresh in my mind is my first weeks of elementary school at a formerly all-boys’ school in Matina as an example. Though not familiar with today’s school system, I can say that during our time, there was not much fuss about “sensitivities”. Grade school and high school (which was worse) felt more like military camps to us, with our teachers as on-ground MPs. Lastly, there’s the actual caning, using a long slat of bamboo reserved for major offenses, which was just short of expulsion.