I was raised with the old nuns....rulers and all. I even boarded at a military school that was run by nuns. I love them to death. Yes they were tough, but so were my parents. As kids, we learned to get around our parents, as we did with the nuns. Not much but we got away with quite a bit. At least we thought we did.
I think today we would do well to have them back.
I was 16 and talking to a non-catholic friend before i realized that there was anything wierd at all about having been taught by nuns named “Sister Karl Joseph” or “Sister Edward” gotta love those Sisters of St. Joe
Ironically it was Sister Maria who was the real bruiser, she could lift a 6th grade boy off his feet with one hand wrapped around his shirt front