Yes, I got to experience that lovely bit of treatment for a couple of weeks once for being rebellious. I do think they gave us "4 strokes of the comb" if I'm not mistaken, though.
God, what a bunch of crap. I used to sit in there every single day wondering "how on earth can they get away with this?" I would think about all those cars driving by on that big main road, right in front of the building, never knowing what the hell was going on in that place. I figured if it were public knowledge, they'd be shut down in a heartbeat.
More akin to the topic of this post, "Days," I had absolutely forgotten about that dumb little graph in the corner. Easy enough to forget, as it was such a pointless thing. Just a source of depression, I guess, to remind you of just how many days you'd been rotting and not being put to any good human use.