Friday, November 4, 2016


I remember Sister Celicia, she would do staring contests with the class and always won as lightening bolts came out of her eyeballs. Then there was Sister Teresa who hated girls, and never gave them As. And then Sister Mary Kevin, who would sit me down in the principal's office and tell me I was going to hell unless I shaped up and stopped fighting my classmates. We had a few nice ones too along the way. I found out the young "hot" priest all the girls had a crush on, left and got married. At least in the state when I came along, corporal punishment had outlawed, so the nuns had to put away their rulers.

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