In third grade my teacher would put a popsickle stick with our names on it in a jar every time we missed an assignment or came in late or disrupted class or something like that. If we had more than three sticks in a week or a day or something like that, we weren't allowed to go to recess.
I don't remember what they were called so I just called them "boo-boo popsickle sticks" or something like that.
There's no earthly way of knowing which direction we are going. There's no knowing where we're rowing or which way the river's flowing. Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a-blowing? Not a speck of light is showing, so the danger must be growing. Are the fires of hell a-glowing? Is the grisly reaper mowing? Yes, the danger must be growing 'cause the rowers keep on rowing, and they're certainly not showing any signs that they are slowing. AAAGGHHH!!!