Wednesday, October 25, 2006

The Headless Nun

I went to Catholic school. This may explain my salty use of the language. I can cuss in English and Spanish with a nasty word in Navajo thrown in.

I am still great friends with Kathleen whose birthday is the day before mine. We have known each other since the 4th grade. I had to share this picture with her one time because I done some Photoshop thingies to it and inserted the name of our 8th grade nun into the photo. It was great!

Catholic school in 1968 was a horrible place. We were subjected to whacks with rulers, fasting before mass, inspection by the flying monkey nuns to make sure we had blue rubber bands in our hair to match the uniforms. We had no art, barely any PE, too many kids in a classroom and abusive teachers. We had fellow students who would faint during Mass because they were so hungry. So what did the nuns do to punish them? Didn't let them eat after Mass.

Am I bitter? Noooo. That's why I have kept the headless nun. My friend Kathleen's sister, has a collection of nun things. I have a couple of nun dolls that have flames shooting out of their mouths. But this is my favorite.

No beatings, no abuse, no head. Peace at last.


Kathy said...

I've heard so many terrible stories about Catholic schools. Wonder what causes teachers to become sadists? My guess would be the mostly powerless nuns took out their frustrations on the only people under their authority. I surely hope things have changed.

miss wild thing said...

It was the no sex part, I think.

Kathy said...

I bet you're right!

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