Wow, you were lucky! I had a lot of nuns, the most corporal was Sister Mary Ethelgene, aka Sister Gas.
Sister Gas was very proficient with the tri-cornered metal ruler. Her favorite spot was the back of your hands. Let's just say that no one in my class went on to a career as a professional piano player.
As a gentle rebuke, she'd pull our braids, or the boys' ears. She was a real corker.
>>She was a real corker.
We had a nun who threw holy water on the class. Absolutely soaked the first row.
>>As a gentle rebuke, she’d pull our braids
At least you were ALLOWED to have braids! They made the family cut mine off when I entered high school.
I was under the instruction of Dominican nuns for most of my K-12 years.
6th grade...Sr. Rita Ann in her old school battle garb (full converage)...rosary hanging from her waist nearly touching the floor. The crucifix on the rosary appeared to be fabricated from 1/2” square steel bar stock.
And she was sneaky as a ninja. Quite a few times I was on the receiving end of her favorite “enhanced classroom order maintenance” tactic. She would swing that crucifix into your shin, and somehow you never saw it coming.
That really smarts!