[T Minus Four]

It was the reverse for me. Sister Collette was our first grade teacher and green broke us all within a week.

I never got the dreaded circle on the blackboard treatment. She would draw a little circle that you had to press your nose against, and it was just high enough to have to be on tiptoes.

One boy spent a lot of time under her desk.

Pencil sharpening day was traumatic for some. We would stand in line by rows up front and QUIETLY sharpen our pencils with the manual crank sharpener. Woe to the child who had teeth marks on his pencil. She could spot them with her peripheral vision at 12 paces. The offending pencil would be held aloft and the child chastized publically while everyone else froze and a couple of kids still in line turned green or wet their pants.

You know, I don't want anyone to think I am bitter. Even quite satisfied "survivors" of catholic school during the 60's love to swap war stories. I think there are even books.

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You know, I don't want anyone to think I am bitter

I understand. I hesitate to say some of the things because of that so I know you aren't bitter. I'm happy w/the education I received. But exchanging war stories is enlightening. Actually, listening to the nose in the board, under the desk and the pencil reprimands - I think I had it better than you.