Just found this in my mother's papers.
I was on monitor duty in the hut. A scuffle started between two of my schoolmates. It got aggressive, master's desk being shuffled by the fight. For some reason, I thought I might make a difference, and grabbed them, attempting to calm them down. The result was that they both turned on me and pushed me away, so hard that my outstetched arm went through the window, which was closed at the time. I actually should say that the window went through my hand. Two great pieces of glass penetrated right through the thumb muscle, an enormous slice of flesh hangining off like a piece of pork. Panic. Rush off to get Tom Petters, who was as usual magic. What have you done, stupid boy. But he set to with pressure and bandages. being careful not to pressurise the deepest part of the cut. Dashed off to the hospital. There they had to investigate any glass shards inside the cut. But thankfully only one thin 'needle'. Stitched up, I was. This is one reason that I am not overkeen on testosterone led aggression and school playground fights, it is infantile as well as damaging, not necessarily to the self. In the meantine Headmaster T Craske Rising wrote off and ensured this message went straight to my mother.
