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...maybe this is an old topic, but i'm new to this site...does anyone have any good/bad/ugly catholic school memories??! it wasn't until i transferred to public school in grade 9 that i realized everyone did NOT go to confession!!
- leta 1962

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18.Re: catholic school memories - smikette 1957
i spent 8 looong years ina catholic school. St. Basil's. it was actually a whole little community: the school-2 buildings;St. Basil's 7 St. Anne's; the convent-Sisters of St. Joseph; the Rectory; and the Parish Hall. a whole block of catholicism! the best Principal we ever had was Sister Patrice. everyone loved her. she was strict, but, kind and fair. my favorite sister was Sister Dominic. she would hike up her Habit and play ball or hopscotch or jump-rope with us. Sister Rosemary had the biggest hawk-beaked nose i ever saw, Sister Noella was the music teacher and she had some nerve damage in her face so she talked out of the side of her mouth. the year i was in eighth grade all of us girls held a sit-in one afternoon as protest against the rule that girls couldn't wear pants or shorts, except for gym. when the after lunch bell rang, we didn't go in. Mr. Huff and Mr. Berta came out to talk to us, but we wouldn't budge. Sister Angelica, the principal, came out and threatened to suspend us and we still wouldn't budge. she had no choice but to allow pants and shorts, as she finally realized we weren't giving in. VICTORY FOR US! a very small battle for the times, but we were only 13 and it was a small city. But, boy was it sweet!

19. Re: catholic school memories - Dot Warner (Sister to King Yakko of Anvilania) 1986
I've always been in Catholic school, and I can honestly say it's mostly been a good experience. I have only had a limited number of nun teachers- first and second grade. Neither one was terrible, though., Most of my teachers have been lay Catholics, and now that I'm in high school, some of my teachers aren't even Catholic. Although my current school was founded by a bunch of nuns, and seems to hold religion fondly, it is not a place where we're told we're all sinners and all, although all students regardless of their religion, are expected to take religious studies all four years.

However, I do have some bad memories of the nun who works in our testing center. She was one mean lady! She would just rip your testing pass from your hands and chew you out if your legs were crossed the wrong way or if you were facing the wrong way. I hated her. Thankfully she retired.

Our uniforms in middle school were so ugly. Our high school uniforms are at least a bit more sophisticated. But in middle school, the class was made up of a lot of snobby girls (like the stereotype from movies and stuff) and rude boys but in high school there is a wide spectrum of people to hang out with, and there are really nice people thankfully.


20.Re: catholic school memories - brannon 1967
Im not Catholic, but I really dig those Catholic school girl outfits. HOTTTTT!!!!

1.Re: Re: catholic school memories - Wotan 1966
I have to agree. The plaid skirts were actually flattering as were the grey slacks. There were a few adventurous girls that would wear dark-colored bras under their white blouses. HUBBA HUBBA!

1. Re: Re: Re: catholic school memories - ae_snowboarder 1985
men... *rolls eyes* hehe lol. im just glad that our uniforms were never that bad.

21. Re: catholic school memories - amianda 1977
I attended catholic school from 10th to 12th grade, 3 years. My mother had just died from a rather drawn out illness and we moved to louisiana from texas to start over. I began the school year at a public school but quickly grew horrified at the over crowded conditions and the violent tension in the air. School back home had never felt that way. It was scary. So I told my father that I was afraid of my school, and he instantly had me transfered to St. Thomas More. Aside from the fact that we prayed every morning right after the pledge of allegance, and that we had to wear a uniform, and that we had church in the school building at least once a week, it was alot like my high school back in texas.

One of the funniest things that happened to me at that school was on the day i transfered, my counsellor was helping me make a schedule of classes. We had it all figured out perfectly so that I could attend all the classes i wanted to take, and then as she was giving me a tour of the school we went down the wing with the religion classes in it and she suddenly looked at the schedule and said something to the effect of: "Oh dear God, I forgot the religion class." And I had to drop german. Sucked too, because that was the last year that they had german, after that only people who had to finish their german track got to take it.

The worst thing that happened to me in private school was the day after my dad sexually molested me for the first and last time, I went to my counsellor and cried, telling her the whole story. I was in her office nearly all day, and she would not call the authorities. Once when i was in public school i told my teachers that my dad had hit me, and they immediately called Human Services and had my family checked out or whatever. But this woman just comforted me as best she could, gave me her business card with her home phone number and told me to call her if it happened again. I think its against the law not to call Human Services or whatever if you, as an educator, suspect or have reason to believe child abuse has taken place. Anyway, I was told years later by a psychologist that she thought the teacher didn't do anything because it would soil the school's reputation or something.

Other than that, I dont remember enough of my schooling to tell you anything. My memory sucks.

22. Re: catholic school memories - Kingfish 1969
I went to Catholic school from kindergarten through high school. My grade school was St. Wenceslas, or "Big Dubya!" as some of the parents would holler out during our basketball games in 7th & 8th grades.
One of the techers I remember most was my 3rd grade teacher Sr. Damien (you can't make this stuff up), who brought her lunch in a paper bag every day. If the weather was cool, she would leave it on the window sill to keep it cool. On various ocasions she would knock it off accidentally while opening the window, or even a couple times, a squirrel came by and got into it and knocked it off! We would laugh of course and she would get angry and have one of us go get it. It seemed to me she was about 106 years old when I was in the third grade, so that would make her about 129 now, and I hear she still cares for the other sisters at the Mother House (retirement home for them);^)
What has been the nicest experience for me has been when I've met some of those nuns after I bacame an adult, and finding that the ones I feared most are actually very kind and loving people. Though I still stand or sit up straight when a nun walks by!

23. Re: catholic school memories - barroter 1964
I went to public school till I went to a Catholic High School. I didn't have any problem with the brothers or sisters there when it came to them being nutso. However...we had one chemistry teacher named...ah what the hell, Brother James Dries. This guy stood about 5foot one and had the temper of Napolean. Otherwise he was and ok guy but took the authority thing way off the edge. He loved to throw chairs around the room.

24.Re: catholic school memories - Bxm4C/White Plains 1968
I went to Catholic school in Jamaica West Indies. My uniform was the same as the UPS guy: all brown including the socks. Shorts were permitted. I had to carry a Bible every day, we had to attend the on site church every Tuesday morning. My teachers were Sister Augustine and Sister Joseph, who was very nice. If the teacher called on one of us, we had to stand up to speak. If we got out of line, we would get whacked in our palms with a ruler. Our principal Sister Cabrini had a mean streak so we stayed clear of her. She actually lived on the school grounds. The highlight of the day was when the "patty van" came around lunchtime, basically a white Ford van with meat patties on board. I usually got a few along with a bag of Cheese Trix. (Cheez Doodles)

When I started fourth grade in the States, I was shocked to know that I didn't have to wear a uniform! The kids used to laugh at me cause I stood up every time the teacher called on me. I was happy that I didn't have to bring a Bible every day. Fourth grade in the States felt weird, but I got accustomed to it. But I was saddened to find out that they didn't have patty vans coming in around lunchtime.

25.Re: catholic school memories - Bxm4C/White Plains 1968
I went to Catholic school in Jamaica West Indies. My uniform was the same as the UPS guy: all brown including the socks. Shorts were permitted. I had to carry a Bible every day, we had to attend the on site church every Tuesday morning. My teachers were Sister Augustine and Sister Joseph, who was very nice. If the teacher called on one of us, we had to stand up to speak. If we got out of line, we would get whacked in our palms with a ruler. Our principal Sister Cabrini had a mean streak so we stayed clear of her. She actually lived on the school grounds. The highlight of the day was when the "patty van" came around lunchtime, basically a white Ford van with meat patties on board. I usually got a few along with a bag of Cheese Trix. (Cheez Doodles)

When I started fourth grade in the States, I was shocked to know that I didn't have to wear a uniform! The kids used to laugh at me cause I stood up every time the teacher called on me. I was happy that I didn't have to bring a Bible every day. Fourth grade in the States felt weird, but I got accustomed to it. But I was saddened to find out that they didn't have patty vans coming in around lunchtime.

26. Re: catholic school memories - BGGUNZ 1970
It seems but a minute ago that i was gracing the halls of my catholic school. It was called Prince of Peace in Niagara Falls New York. We had a nun there that we swore lifted weights. The one principal we had the entire 8 years i was there had the doors widened so she could fit thru them. I met all of my friends there, and stayed friends until well, now. I am now 32. I have a bunch of good/bad thoughts I think are memories, xperiences and feelings. A lot to list. I am grateful for the beginning of my education there besides the religion that they stuffed down my throat, I actually "learned" things, and learned how to memorize things...
Good memory: none right now.
Bad memory: none of these either.
I guess they are just memories. Wait a tic, here is the ugly ones...our uniforms went from green slacks and ties with white shirts to green slacks with gold polo type shirts/green sweaters. yuck.

27. 12 Years of Catholic School! - blondee 1945
Many memories--

Good: Sister Dorothea in second grade was young and sweet, and really seemed to enjoy every child in the class.

Bad: How long have I got? Boy, some of the nuns we had were doozies: Sister Catherine Edwardine, the brute! She batted kids around like nobody's business. Once, she threw Henry Veervort down the stairs and he pretended to be dead. Then as she pleaded for him to wake up, he started laughing, so she beat the stuffing out of him! Everyone was terrified of this six foot tall sadist.

Sister Marie Gerard was senile and would teach the same material every day; "Today, we're going to learn something new, participles and gerunds." After a while, the whole class said it with her. I had her for TWO years!

UGLY--Betcha' I'd win the ugliest uniform contest. In high school, grey, blue and white plaid box pleated skirts, the hem of which was required to be three and a half inches below the knee. Atop this fashion disaster, one wore a white blouse with a peter pan collar and BOW TIE, and a shapeless gray blazer. We were also required to wear hose and boxy gray suede oxford shoes. I won't even go into the beanie you had to wear on your head when you went to church AARGH!


28.Were Are the PAGEN BABIES!!!!!! - laark 1952
Come on!! How can we talk about catholic school and not mention the PAGAN BABIES!!!

1. Re: Where are the pagan babies? - Newman's Own 1953
That was fun! I didn't know any kid who could afford to adopt one on his own, but we always adopted one or two as a class. Voting for what the names would be was enjoyable... at least until third grade, when I realised that, whatever creative names I proposed, most kids knew what the "correct" choices were, and the names usually were Mary and Joseph.

I knew one nun (a very dear lady) who ruined all the fun for the kids! Sr A was very loveable and holy, and the kids loved her, which is undoubtedly why her class, of any in the school, adopted the most babies. Unfortunately, she took all the fun from the kids. Of the ten or so babies the class adopted, Sr A chose all of the names, calling them after the superior, the mother general, the pastor, the convent's spiritual director. How hoggish!

Incidentally, as I learnt from a priest who worked for the Propagation of the Faith, those names actually were used for babies in the missions. Especially in places such as China, where many girl babies were abandoned, those taken in by the Church were baptised with the names provided.

29. Re: catholic school memories - ae_snowboarder 1985
I got kicked out of Catholic school! hehe. i was always considered the bad "public school" kid. thats actully what people called me.

Good:
not having to do confession because i wasn't Catholic (i sat in the furthest pew and read my own books. of course i had to be as far away from the confessional as possible because i would "contaminate" the "good" little Catholic children. hehe)

not having to serve as an alter girl cause i wasn't Catholic

just plain not being Catholic! (i don't trust the Catholic religion anymore because of what happened to me!)

Bad:
Having to go to Mass every Monday and Friday

ugg... ZAC WILSON. he was horrible. he made fun of me all the time. and he was popular so all the other guys did it too except my friends Brandon and AJ.

Uniforms (a loose fitting green and navy skirt (for 6th-8th) or a dress (1st-5th) and a white Peter Pan coller long or short sleeved button up shirt. we couldn't wear any jewelry until 8th grade unless it was a cross. in 8th we held a protest and we won. I always envied the guys who wore beige pants and a white, green or blue polo shirt)

Nuns (arg... sister Teresa, our principal, yikes she was definitly interesting. she was fired for allegedly molesting a guy that i was friends with. but that was our only nun so it wasn't so bad.)

Not being Catholic (i was one of the only kids who wasn't Catholic and a member of the parish. i WAS NOT very popular. (does anyone else share that memory?) i only had one or two friends and they weren't Catholic either.) (was anyone else like that?)

Not being pretty (i was one of those kids that was big-boned and just plain ugly when i was young. im not so bad now. but in order to be popular you had to be pretty. i had a wild mane of red hair until the 4th grade when it calmed down but everyone else... oh man. all the girls had blonde or brown hair and blue eyes and all the boys had brown hair and brown eyes. i looked nothing like them so i WAS NOT to be popular. sheesh...) (did anyone else have this experiance or was it just me?)

oh and there are so MANY more but i don't have the time or the want to go into how horrible it was. but in response to the Pagan Babies, we had that at our school and i bought a whole one myself (i think it was something like 8 dollers and the whole class would donate money until we had it and then the class voted on a name (i went to a school were most of the kids were poor and i was one of the only rich kids) all in the jar) but anyways i bought a whole baby and i got to name it myself and i named it after a girl in a book that i liked. (i was one of those bookworms. hehe) Her name was Orion. The teacher just went nuts! "that is not a name. that is a horrible name. why would you name a poor inocent baby a satanic name like that. God will never forgive you!" stuff like that. but she couldn't do a damn thing about it because i brought in the 8 dollers. LOL that was great.

30. Re: catholic school memories - Bishop, James Bishop 006 1976
Personally I never went to Catholic School. Probably cause Mom couldn't afford it, but I was slightly releived mainly because of the kids my age that were in Catholic School. The local Parochial school is St. Thomas Aquinas.. the Saints is thier mascot. For their Senior Skip Day in 92, they made a shirt with a Devil, red horns & all jumping out of a cake.. their theme: "The Day the Saint Sinned". I dunno, those guys made the Public schools look calm.

Oh and I think I would have enjoyed going to Confession more often.. Makes me nervous.. that and the Churhes around here do the face to face confession... I dunno.. I like the little booths. If I'm supposed to tell all my deepest darkest sins, I'd rather not have Father staring at me.

31.Re: catholic school memories - Nawlins X-men/TMNT fan 1983
i went to a catholic school for kindergarton.. then to a public school for 1st - 6th.. where i met my closest friends.. 3 of those i talk and hang out with on a regular basis.. i see some others from time to time. Then.. in 7th grade, my father sent me to a Catholic middle-high school. i hated it at first, mostly because i wanted to be close to my friends.. and i don't take highly to change. Yet i met some good friends there. lol.. my most 'horrible' memory, besides everypne harassing me, was in tenth grade, when they hired Mrs. Sheilds.. The most racist teacher i have ever known.. and she was a religion teacher!!.. although my hott young french teachers made up for it..hehe

32.Re: catholic school memories - barnabs 1961
Yes I have plenty of catholic school memories. And like anyone, some are good, some are bad.
First off, I have got to stress and reiterate, just how much I begged, pleaded, and just about {if I could have gotten away with it I think I would have tried this, but didn't;} had a knock down drag out with my parents about NOT going to a catholic school. It not only was catholic, but it was ALL GIRLS. I have one older sister, and she never "did time" in a catholic school, in any way shape or form; and I figured if she didn't have to, why did I?!

Anyway....
Like you and some of you others who have answered this question, I started going when I was a Freshman. The first two years I was there, the school [Woodlands Academy of the Sacred Heart, in Lake Forest, IL.], was a 7-12th grade school.

One of the best things I liked about those "hallowed and sacred halls" of Woodlands, was the fact that girls came from quite literally all over the world to attend; so it was interesting to meet girls from various and differing backgrounds, and cultures.

Back then, I was not a religious person. I dreaded going to mass. We didn't have it everyday {if memory serves,} just certain times, like if there was some Lady of Whatever {I don't mean to be disrespectful, but I don't recall some of their names;} who's birthday, or whatever we would be celebrating, or if there was an all school homeroom, then we would all meet in the chapel. Or a presntation of some sort was to be happening, it would happen there.
The only time when any sort of whooping and hollering would go on in chapel was during Ring Ceremony. {or Graduation}.
For those of you out there unfamiliar with this "tradition", a day is set aside {I think this occurred twice a year}Once in the fall when the class rings are presented, then again in the spring when the rings are "turned."
What was fun about this was the Juniors would never know when Ring Ceremony would take place, because it was always planned by the Seniors who were sworn to secrecy.{Actually, except for the faculty, and the Seniors, no one knew.}
but whenever that day was, it was a day of classes just like any other day. But as the day went on, {it was I think usually held in the afternoon,} everyone would be sitting in their classrooms, [except for the Seniors,] when all of a sudden you would see and hear Seniors running with balloons and signs yelling: "Ring ceremony! Ring ceremony!"
So everone would pick up their things and proceed in an orderly fashion, {yeah, right!} to the chapel.
Each Junior had picked one or a few Seniors to be the ones to "ring them." {The Juniors knew that R.C. was coming up, they just didnt know exactly when;} before the ceremony occurred, to make sure that they had whomever they wanted to 'ring them'.
Another fun thing about attending the Sacred Heart, was that we did have Jeans Days. When on that day, you could wear jeans. Provided that you had purchased a ticket. If you showed up to school wearing them without having purchased one, you were fined. {The fining wasn't fun of course!}

Another,was Halloween. Every year Woodlands would have the entire school decorated, and invited inner city kids to come. Each grade had their own department. I think when I was a Junior, we had the Haunted House. I remember bringing wet, cooked spaghetti +{to throw at the kiddies as they paraded by,} and music from the gothic soap Dark Shadows. But every year the Juniors were responsible for the Haunted House The Sophomores for something else, but it was alot of fun!!

Like I said, I take with me both good and bad memories of my time and experiences at a catholic school. I can remember feeling a bit unnerved and humbled, {I guess that's the right word,} anytime I had to walk past the chapel.

The difference now is that if I were there, I don't think I would dread having to go to chapel as much as I did then, because I have become more respectful of what Chapel means, and I did believe in God then as I do now, I just hated going to Chapel. Talk about culture shock! {From public-private schools.} But I do look back on it from time to time with a combination of fond and bittersweet memories.

33.Re: catholic school memories - barnabs 1961
Something else I hated about Catholic School: Religion classes. But in order to graduate, you had to have four years of various classes. {I remember Senior year one of the clasess taught was I think called "Marriage."}

There was this one teacher: Mr. Ashby whom all the girls thought was a bit on the oddball side. He looked weird, {hey for a 14 year old, he was a strange looking dude!} He just gave us the creeps.

What we especially thought was odd about him was the fact that he wore sandals with socks, even if there was snow on the ground!! I kid you not! This dude was strange!!
But how many of you out there who attended catholic school did the nuns wear habits? At Woodlands the nuns were completely modern. They never wore them.

1. Re: catholic school memories - Newman's Own 1953
The nuns in my elementary school wore the Order's original habit, then a long habit, with slight modifications (they now had a veil which allowed them peripheral vision, and their skirt was a bit less bulky), beginning around 1964. Later, they would go to a "dress code" rather than uniform habit and short veil. As was true with many semi-cloistered Orders, they later went very secular (though not while I was attending school there.) By 1973 or so, they wore whatever they wanted.

The nuns who taught me in high school and college (same Order) wore an attractive, modified habit - street length, white dress and scapular, black veil. By the time my sister graduated (1981), they had stopped wearing a veil and considered anything that was white to be "religious garb" - a pink blouse and off white skirt would do - and only wore the trace of white while teaching.

I remember, during the 1970s (some years before Dress for Success, when most women in business wore trouser sets, and a woman who was looking for a suit would have been lost for finding one), that some nuns would wear a suit in a particular colour and consider it a habit. It worked for a little while, but, when blue suits became the yuppie uniform ten years later, that was far from distinctive.

I like modified religious garb for nuns, and am sorry to see it has virtually disappeared.

34. Re: catholic school memories - barnabs 1961
I promise this his the last time you will be hearing from me on this subject. Just that I keep scrolling down your letters and think of things to add.

Like cafeteria food! Ahh wasn't that just wonderful feasting!!
Any of you out there had to buy your food using lunch tickets?

We did. I think each book was $5.00 worth. If memory serves, I think the nickle ones were yellow, the 10cent ones were green, and the 25 cent ones were orange. I remember going through that line, and seeing Bertha at the end of it. I think she was the head of the cafeteria. She was a tall, slightly big, and imposing woman. {well, that's how I remember her.}

One memorable lunch was when I was a Junior, and I went to the orthodontist to have my braces removed. They told me that I wasn't to have anything cold so what do I do?
I can remember getting my food, and sitting down. The first thing I did-I was very thirsty-was take a drink. I let out such a yell!!I didn't care who saw me. I know, it served me right. But back then, I just had to have a drink!
The cuisine was not one that you would find at a 5 star restaurant. Oh them fries!! The hamburgers!! But we ate them anyway!

Speaking of food:
I remember on Fridays the driver of the van that picked up the day-hops {there were day-hops who didn't live at school, and borders that did-I was a day-hop.}And she would stop off after school to MacDonald's! We loved her for that! She was really nice.
There was also Canteen and Hill Top where girls would hang out. Canteen was open to all the girls, Hill Top was a Seniors Only "hideout."
Canteen had the pop and candy machines and you could sit in there and hang out, but the Seniors would get whatever, and take it up to Hill Top and hang out and smoke up there.

One final thing and then I will stop. There was another tradition called "Switch Night," where a day-hop would ask a border to spend the night at her house, or a border would ask a day-hop to spend the night with her at school. I have a feeling more day-hops invited more borders over night, then vice versa! After spending around 8 hours in school, who wants {if they can avoid it somehow,} to spend any more time?!

35. Re: catholic school memories - Eyes_Only 1976
I was very lucky that I went to a catholic school from Prep. to Grade 10 and I have nothing but happy memories.

I started school in 1982 which meant there was only one nun in the school who I was lucky enough to have as a teacher in second grade and we still keep in touch!

36. Re: catholic school memories - Newman's Own 1953
I'm quite a bit older than some of you, so I can remember when all of the nuns wore the traditional habit. The order which taught us was semi-cloistered, and I imagine that is why the kids had all sorts of practices to adopt. We had to walk to church or cafeteria with our eyes down; keep silence in the halls, lavatories, and nearly every place except the playground. Since the nuns had times during the day when they had to read the Office privately, we had tedious written work to allow them to do so.

However, the nuns who taught me gave me an outstanding academic background. Overall, I never had regrets about Catholic school.

Here are a few memories:

Each year, our school and church had a "May crowning" ceremony, which was held in the evening. (I cannot remember exactly what the devotions were - this was before it was allowed to have Mass at night.) The classes which had made Communion or Confirmation dressed in the clothes they'd worn for those ceremonies, and the rest of us wore our uniforms, the girls with white gloves. It was very impressive -especially since there were 900 kids in my school, and we were (I say this with esteem, not derision) taught impeccably good manners. We'd process from the school building (about half a block away) to the church, then back again after the service.

Well, one year, the temperature dropped drastically during the time we were in church. As we were exiting, it was so cold that we all (unprecedented!) ran as a herd to the school. Oh, what a disgrace! For the next week, rather than having a break at lunch time, we all had to form a queue and walk in procession, in silence, through the playground.

I am positive that there were times when the nuns would have loved to burst out laughing at the kids' antics! It must have been difficult pretending to be shocked! As well, though I did not realise this then, many of them were very young and just out of novitiate (little if any training, since, in those days, nuns could take twenty years to obtain degrees), and whether they "controlled the class" could affect not only the perception of them as teachers but whether they were considered suited to religious life. Some very nice nuns periodically became horribly punitive, just to shut us up.

In our school, we received report cards about every two months. It was the custom for one of the parish priests (all from Ireland) to come to the classroom and give them out. The priest who normally did so (until I was 9 or so) was a great comedian. He often used to drop in unexpectedly in class, telling us wonderful, funny stories from Irish folklore or about the leprechauns. On report card day, as he gave each kid the card, he would tease and make various jokes. We loved it.

Well, at the time of our story, a new, young priest (who was very shy and reserved, though we did not know that yet - this was the first time we met him) was on report card duty. He'd only arrived in the parish a day or two earlier, and was very nervous. We took his serious demeanour for an intentional "dry humour" look. As he gave out the cards, he mispronounced names, fumbled, and so forth. Used to Fr O's constant joking, we assumed Fr M was doing this on purpose for fun, and the class constantly broke into hearty laughter. (That poor man!)

Our teacher, actually a very nice lady, but equally young and tense, was horrified. (I doubt that, at the time, she considered the obvious reason we'd been laughing.) We were punished, of course - difficult, because none of us knew what we'd done wrong - and part of this was having to write letters of apology to Fr M for the laughter. I doubt that Sr C saw that this made things worse, because it reinforced the impression that we'd been cruel, disrespectful, or mocking.

"Shocking" incident: One eighth grade boy managed to smuggle some vodka in a thermos bottle on the day we went to the Sisters' annual bazaar (held at their motherhouse). Considering the number of kids who shared the contraband beverage, I doubt any of them had a chance for half a swallow, but they were severely punished.

Yet another "shock" (though I've no doubt the Sisters laughed themselves silly over this at recreation) : When I was about 10 or 11, two kids in my class had been "in love." for two years. (For the record, and benefit of younger readers, it was totally innocent - the days when kids that age even knew much about, let alone engaged in, sex, were well in the future. It was widely known, and envied, that P and V shared a brief kiss on the lips now and then.) We ate our lunches in the classroom each day (with the nuns going to the convent for theirs), so that period and place were selected when V and P decided to "get married." It was well known in advance - the kids talked for several weeks about the wedding. Various friends were to be attendants, and one kid, who was a total "ham," would perform the ceremony.

Oh, how shocked and scolding the nuns were when they learnt of the "marriage"! We received, as a class, the stern lectures about mocking the sanctity of marriage!

I've always been devout, and one thing that was extremely hard for me during high school was that, all of a sudden, the faith seemed turned upside down. Nuns became quite secular overnight, and suddenly were mocking the devotions they'd taught us.

I have a question for those of you who are parents: Can you explain to me why one nun was horrified by what I am about to describe, and castigated the kids involved before the entire class? We were about 13 or 14 at the time. Two class sweethearts lived a significant distance from one another, with the school halfway between the points. They'd met on the school property on a Saturday. (Church property spanned a block - left to right, school, convent, rectory, church.) The two walked back and forth in front of the complex, holding hands. Sr M (who was all of 25) was furious! (I was jealous - I was in love with the boy involved, and envied the girl.)

37. Re: catholic school memories - WinterSun17 1981
I didn't go to catholic school but on tuesdays I had to go to Catechism classes or "CCD" as we called it, it was fun.

38. Re: catholic school memories - kiwisparkle 1980
i started at a public school, but in 3rd grade we moved to PA and my parents forced me to go to a catholic school... so i had to go to CCD, too, becasue i missed First Communion in 2nd grade, and had to make up the religion classes.

i despised being forced to go to church (First Friday of every month, plus the whole sunday thing), and stations of the cross were like torture. lent and advent were pretty fun though, i think because of the big holidays at the end. our school always had some goofy play or show planned for holidays.

we ate lunch in our classrooms until about 6th grade or so, when my school decided to go modern, and bought some cafeteria tables for our gym/auditorium. and even then, we still had to bring lunch because they didn't start a hot lunch program until later. i remember our principal yelling at the end of lunch, "Get those zippits off the floor!" (zippits were the little plastic straw wrappers from juice boxes...) And before the hot lunch program started, we used to have "Hot Dog Day" and "Taco Day" and "Pizza Day," on wednesdays, where if you paid $5.00 at the beginning of the month, you got a slip, and then when wednesday rolled around, the teachers would go out and buy hot dogs, or McDonalds or pizza for the students.

the uniforms were absolutely disgusting! 3rd-6th grade we had to wear forest green and navy blue plaid polyester jumpers with dark yellow peter pan-collar shirts, and saddle shoes!!! and ugly dark green ankle socks, and an itchy dark green cardigan. then, 7th and 8th grade we got to wear pleated kilts, but they were still the same barfy colors... at least when i went to high school in 9th grade, the uniforms were red and blue (although we had to wear tights-yuck!)

some things i liked about grade school: the education was pretty good. we didn't have too many cranky old nuns, just one who taught typing to 8th graders. the lay teachers were great-dedicated, smart, and good with kids. we got to take cool class trips to New York and Colonial Williamsburg. it was a really small school, and we didn't have many extra classes like languages or home ec or anything, but we did have a computer lab with fairly modern, updated equipment. i remember playing Spell Bomber on the Zeniths, and then we got Apples and we loved Lemonade Stand and Oregon Trail... and our computer teacher Sr. Teresita was great - she taught us how to program in basic! pretty kewl for a nun, if you ask me :) she was definitely my fave - i was so sad when she died!
i remember when our 6th grade teacher (who wasn't a nun) told us that the stuff in the old testament was all a myth, especially the story of creation. a lot of parents (even my own) got pretty steamed about that...

in 9th grade, i went to a catholic high school, and it was an eye-opener. not everyone was catholic, kids from all different parishes went there, and it was about ten times bigger than my grade school! i made friends, we had good times...

sorry for the wicked long post! i guess i've been surpressing a lot since grade school :)

39. Re: catholic school memories - Sparkies 1952
Lasted only 9 years in Catholic school. Liked the concept of uniforms because you didn't have to waste time finding what to wear. Hated polishing my white oxford shoes. Nuns were strict...maybe a little too strict. Hated it when my Japanese teacher spit when she spoke. Going to mass, confession, stations of the cross etc.... was daily ritual. Learned more in the Catholic school system than I did in public school.

40. Re: catholic school memories - Rainey 1959
How could I ever forget my good old Catholic school days? Eight years of ugly shoes, ugly uniforms, rolling up your skirt, getting caught rolling up your skirt, homework, homework, homework. And where did they come up with those ideas for projects?! Once I had to make the Three Wise Men out of Christmas Balls!! Go figure! And let's not forget corporal punishment. No such thing as 911 in those days! Getting hit with erasers or slapped upside the head was a daily occurrence. But there was an even more terrifying weapon in my school's arsenal: the dreaded "spanking machine,"(now that sounds like something out of "Batman!) which we were threatened with on a regular basis. No one ever really saw it, and it was probably just the copy machine in the supply room, but when you're eight years old, you're not taking any chances. On the
positive (positive?) side, I did get a good education and a strong faith which sustains me to this day.

41. Re: catholic school memories - bluefive309 1964
I posted this same topic many months ago, and I noticed at the time that most of the people who went to Catholic high schools had a positive attitude about the experience, while others who went only thru elementary or junior high had a negative. I'm one of the latter. We had some pretty mean nuns, and those that were nice just didn't have a clue.

Worst memory I have is one morning in 5th grade when Sr. Columbiere sent me up to the third floor to deliver a note to an 8th grade teacher. I get to the top the stairs and there are all the the 8th graders, marching in a long line that ran the length of the hall. It was like something out of The Wall. That's when Sr. Mary Beth (insert Imperial Death March here) caught me. "WHY AREN'T YOU ON THE WHEEL?! GET IN LINE!!" I tried to explain I was only in 5th grade and why I was there, but she wouldn't have it. She ended up marching me down to the principal's office, where I told my side, and was sent back to class without an apology. Never did deliver the note. Such was life in Our Lady of French Guiana.

42. Re: catholic school memories - Village Idiot 1968
My knuckles are arthritic and still swollen after having to kneel on them for misbehaving in class so many times....

LOL

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