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            window and every light fixture in the high-school building, even if it
            took all their free time till June, I dropped my head to the table. Tears
            rolled down my face. I was on the side of the angels. Maybe Gunn
            was right about Providence. This was almost a sign of something.
               Lock poked me again as Gunn stormed down upon us. I regained
            some composure while he broke up the table, moving into exile, at
            a disciplinary side table, everybody but me and Lock and Dempsey,
            who the night before had, sly as a fox, rubbed out his signature dur-
            ing the “Grace after Meals” with the blot of mustard from my fork.


                                  April 15, 1957

            Even Hank the Tank looked a little broken after a month of climbing
            ladders to wash the high-hung electrical fixtures, especially when the
            first warm spring weather blew up the river valley to the hill. So long
            after the offense, the five disciplined boys began to gain a general
            sympathy. Misery had more than two thousand ornate light fixtures.
            Lock, as class president, had knocked on Father Gunn’s door to get
            the stiff sentence commuted. The priest refused out of hand. He
            cautioned Lock not to abuse his position as president in matters that
            concerned higher discipline.
               “Gunn is really down on the class.” Lock felt dejected. “Karg
            backs him up.”
               “Hank caused it,” I said.
               “But it seems more than that,” Lock said. “I thought we had
            Gunn to where he’d listen to us, or actually hear something about
            what’s happening to us.”
               “That was earlier, much earlier, this year,” I said. “It’s probably
            the same hope every senior class begins with, to win the disciplinar-
            ian’s heart.”
               “Institutions don’t have hearts,” Lock said. “None of the faculty
            wants our opinions. But I thought we could change Gunn’s per-
            sonal hard-line attitude and maybe achieve an actual ‘first,’ a high-
            school graduation this year. That’s what I’ve been working towards.
            A graduation ceremony could symbolize our intellectual progress
            toward the priesthood. But no! Last night, Father Gunn told me in
            no uncertain terms there will be no high-school graduation this year,


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