I suppose that, having not attended the Catholic schools, I had forgotten about the famous nun-knuckle-rap that makes strong men still cower.
I went to a Catholic elementary school from grade 3 - 8.
All our teachers were nuns. I’d come from a public system where they didn’t teach script writing til 3rd grade but the Catholic schools taught it in 2nd grade so I learned to connect my block letters with a a little loop. ;-)
Once, maybe fifth or sixth grade, I will never forget, I was called on to read a passage from the book we were reading.
I was a reader from forever, proud of my well-read background but ran across, reading out loud, in class, the word “dilapidated” and pronounced it “” dilli-pet-dated”.
Some in the class tittered and I said a bad word.
It wasn’t the first time, but I was commanded “Front of the class - hands out out, palms down! Whap! Hard slap across my knuckles. Later I learned to keep my hands farther apart so she could only hit one hand.
Just a 12” ruler but man it hurt. “Back to your seat” was all she said. No lecture, no nothing. Just “Back to your seat”.
Nobody giggled or laughed after that. A similar fate awaited them.
Perhaps of no import to you but anytime I ran across a new word I’d look it up for its pronunciation.
Canapes were not “Can Napes”, They were “can a pays”.
Lots more and I still can’t spell “Hors d’oeuvres” (neither does this spell checker) but I know how to pronounce it. ;-)