I went to Catholics schools, K-12.
We never got even a whiff of politics. Of course, I'm probably older that most here.
I do recall one nun, Sister Marguerite, my religion teacher. She didn't like me. I wasn't really any better/worse than anyone else. Who knows.
Once, when returning from lunch, I had really pink cheeks from all the running around outside. It was high school but I still ran around outside. That was who I was.
When we returned from lunch she looked at me and told me to go wash the ROUGE off my cheeks. Hah, as if my father would have allowed me to wear ANY makeup at fourteen.
So I went to the bathroom and SCRUBBED my cheeks...and came back with even PINKER cheeks. She didn't say a word.
Once she held a raffle for something and the FIRST prize was three excuses from religion homework. Guess who won? Lol.
OF COURSE, I chose the longest, worst homework assignments to use an excuse. OF COURSE, I didn't smirk while I did it.
Ah, fond memories.
The Catholic education DID waltz me STRAIGHT into college English 1A whilst all the public school students, even SOME of the "elite" school students, had to do SOME bonehead English.
Hey, that made me SMILE!
Ah, fond memories. Between the 3 of us, I'm sure we can provide sufficient entertainment on this forum for a long time. My 2nd grade teacher did not like me. One day, I raised my hand to go to the bathroom and she told me to sit down. I really had to go ... but no. Much to her chagrin, her 'no' resulted in an embarrassing mess. I feared my 7th grade teacher so much that I developed shingles! Those commercials that describe the pain of shingles are true.
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