Laminated pictorial boards which are bumped. Ex library
I stood outside the Headmaster's room and I waited and waited and waited. Rage had shivered down into terror. Through the window in the corridor I could see the rain run down a telephone line and drop off, plop, pop, plop in the same place. I shuffled my feet and waited. Where had yesterday and sunshine gone? What would happen this time? What would Mum say if Dad got another letter about me? Why had Sir been away? I liked Miss, she was nice, but students can't keep us in order, there's always a row and then we get into trouble. And this looked like real trouble.