I remember being in a Catholic school. I got 2 new uniform skirts in 2nd grade. I wore them until 8th grade. That's how big they were. My grandmother just kept moving the button over. When I was in 4th grade a Sister Pancratias used to come occasionally and drill us on Catechisim. I stood to answer a question and she went ballistic…
I remember being in a Catholic school. I got 2 new uniform skirts in 2nd grade. I wore them until 8th grade. That's how big they were. My grandmother just kept moving the button over. When I was in 4th grade a Sister Pancratias used to come occasionally and drill us on Catechisim. I stood to answer a question and she went ballistic because she saw I had rolled up the waist band so the skirt ended at my knee. She called me a harlot and vile spawn of Satan. Said I would burn Hell. She foamed at the mouth. I was sure she was going to hit me. I have never been so frightened and mortified in my life. I'm on the other side of 60 now and it still stings. Those Catholics loved to scare children.
You're so right; they LOVED scaring and humiliating children. These were people who should never have been let near children.
We should swap horror stories about catholic parochial school sometime. Just one for now: we weren't allowed to wear jewelry or make-up to school. Over the Christmas break one year, I was at choir practice preparing for midnight mass. Since it was vacation, one of the older girls showed up in make-up and hoop earrings. The nun went OFF! Grabbed the girl's earrings and pulled them off - her ears were pierced. The nun swept this bleeding girl over to the convent to scrub her face and bandage her ears. Then the nun came back to practice as if nothing had happened. That poor girl stood there with a red face and band-aids on her ears until we were done. We were all too scared to do anything. And the worst part? That nun never got in trouble for abusing that child.
I remember being in a Catholic school. I got 2 new uniform skirts in 2nd grade. I wore them until 8th grade. That's how big they were. My grandmother just kept moving the button over. When I was in 4th grade a Sister Pancratias used to come occasionally and drill us on Catechisim. I stood to answer a question and she went ballistic because she saw I had rolled up the waist band so the skirt ended at my knee. She called me a harlot and vile spawn of Satan. Said I would burn Hell. She foamed at the mouth. I was sure she was going to hit me. I have never been so frightened and mortified in my life. I'm on the other side of 60 now and it still stings. Those Catholics loved to scare children.
You're so right; they LOVED scaring and humiliating children. These were people who should never have been let near children.
We should swap horror stories about catholic parochial school sometime. Just one for now: we weren't allowed to wear jewelry or make-up to school. Over the Christmas break one year, I was at choir practice preparing for midnight mass. Since it was vacation, one of the older girls showed up in make-up and hoop earrings. The nun went OFF! Grabbed the girl's earrings and pulled them off - her ears were pierced. The nun swept this bleeding girl over to the convent to scrub her face and bandage her ears. Then the nun came back to practice as if nothing had happened. That poor girl stood there with a red face and band-aids on her ears until we were done. We were all too scared to do anything. And the worst part? That nun never got in trouble for abusing that child.