I’m fairly new here & don’t know the ropes. But they remind me of grammar school. Remember hall monitors? Some of them were stationed in the stair wells. One time (I don’t know what was wrong with me!) I got out of line & the (older) girl herded me back into the sheeps row. I remember thinking that her touch was firm, but kind.
Are you referring to the boards moderators?
I’m thinking so, too…so I’m going to shuffle this off to ATMB (like the good monitor I am).
Could I see your hall passes please? :dubious:
Obnoxious poster: “Who are you, the fucking hall monitor?”
manhattan: “As it so happens, I’m the fucking hall monitor.”
Having been a “bad boy” in grade school and having sometimes been a “bad boy” on the SDMB, at the end of the day I guess I just say, WTF, I probably deserved my comeuppance and did a lot more than what I got caught at.
The mods are just doing their job just like the hall monitors. Thinking back, the really awful stuff I did I got away with. It was the petty, stupid stuff that I got busted on.
The mods are much better than hall monitors.
I never understood the purpose of hall monitors, really. I’m in the hall. The hall has nothing I can do in it, as the lockers are locked Many teachers will have their doors open and can see me, and can definitely hear me. If I hide out, I can’t do anything, and I’ll still will be absent from class, so the teacher will know. And between classes, there’s not enough time for anything to happen, and the teachers are out in the hall watching, anyways.
Moderators, on the other hand, serve an obvious purpose.
Damn you Silenus! I came here to post that! 
As it happens,* I* am the fucking hall monitor.
Back when I first became a mod and complaints were in the Pit, in my very first Pitting one newbie I had warned accused me of acting like “Sister Clare.” I was very tempted to reply with “*I *am fucking Sister Clare.”
Towards the end of high school, I learned that I could walk right past the hall monitors as long as I walked confidently and didn’t look back. Sometimes other kids would be stopping to get bathroom passes at the door of the cafeteria and I would just walk past. They either didn’t notice me, or they assumed I was a student teacher or something.
I can see why you thought twice about saying that. 
How do I get a damn bathroom pass around here?
You would too, if you had ever seen Sister Clare.
Wait for the bell!
Tie a knot in it!
Are you threatening me? I don’t need hall pass! I need oleo for my bunghole! I am the Great Cornholio! The principal! He will give me T.P. For my bunghole!
Can we get normal hallpasses, instead of these large wooden blocks that look like they were stolen from a gas station?
Never thought a sock caught in a revolving door could have such an impact.
I miss manhattan. 
I’d be happy to be snarky to you, if you ask me nicely.