And I thought the Book Torture was unique to Sr. Ellen Richard. They must have had Sunday night meetings in the convent of new tortures to use on unruly students.JCole, I remember Cindy Brown, but I don't remember getting in trouble for not including her.
I remember the heat up there as well.
Now, here is something probably all of you did not know. Sr. Paul Therese was my second cousin. She knew it, I knew it. To me she was the Wicked Witch from the Wizard of Oz. She was my second cousin on my mother's side.
Well, good old Paul Therese didn't like me. One day I was goofing around...<---big surprise there, and she made me take all the books out of my desk and stand in the back of the room, holding all of my books, for at least an hour.
I truly did not like her! Yes, I'm telling you how I really felt!
Paul Therese wasn't my worst nun; she ranked 2nd to ER.
I also witnessed unspeakable cruelty done to children by the nuns. One incident involved having a boy wedged into a steel garbage can for a half hour. The kid was probably scarred for life. I wondered how he could breath but he did in fact survive the ordeal. I'm glad I was a good boy in school and never had to be degraded like that.
Oh, gag me. BSis, take care of your brother.I also witnessed unspeakable cruelty done to children by the nuns. One incident involved having a boy wedged into a steel garbage can for a half hour. The kid was probably scarred for life. I wondered how he could breath but he did in fact survive the ordeal. I'm glad I was a good boy in school and never had to be degraded like that.
Actually any torture JohnR received was probably needed.
Nah, I'm kidding. JohnR was truly a good kid. Not like me. He was quiet, but smart as a whip. He is a wordsmith to this day. As a child he kept us entertained at dinner time about his daily events.
I'm pretty pissed now about the eraser incident, if I had known back then, well, I'd kick that teachers ass.
But, as an adult, well.........I have my ways.
Help me out here. I don't remember Sr. Ellen Richard.
Does anyone remember that Sr. Paul Therese was so mean, there was a boy in 6th grade that was so afraid to ask her to go to the bathroom, he just knelt on the floor and peed his pants?
SR. Ellen Richard was 4th grade/Room 100, the hallway room that connected the two halves of the school.Actually any torture JohnR received was probably needed.
Nah, I'm kidding. JohnR was truly a good kid. Not like me. He was quiet, but smart as a whip. He is a wordsmith to this day. As a child he kept us entertained at dinner time about his daily events.
I'm pretty pissed now about the eraser incident, if I had known back then, well, I'd kick that teachers ass.
But, as an adult, well.........I have my ways.
Help me out here. I don't remember Sr. Ellen Richard.
Does anyone remember that Sr. Paul Therese was so mean, there was a boy in 6th grade that was so afraid to ask her to go to the bathroom, he just knelt on the floor and peed his pants?
There was also a pants wetting incident in her classroom due to fear of her. One of the boys was sitting in the back corner and was afraid to ask her to go that he just pee'd in his chair. And then SHE announced it to the whole class, AFTER she felt his pants to make sure it was him.
Didn't you move to SJ after 4th grade?
Being the Catholic nun she is, I imagine she was trying to build character, instill empathy and promote the development of common sense.
A reply to my own quote:
7, I don't know what still you've been dipping into, but the only promotin' going on was getting the he|| out of her class in June, and the empathy was just in your imagination, because the whole class of characters was rolling on the floor chortling their freaking arses off.
Really?? I don't remember this one. Who was it????I also witnessed unspeakable cruelty done to children by the nuns. One incident involved having a boy wedged into a steel garbage can for a half hour. The kid was probably scarred for life. I wondered how he could breath but he did in fact survive the ordeal. I'm glad I was a good boy in school and never had to be degraded like that.
Actually this had the positive effect on this student He went on to bigger and brighter thingsI also witnessed unspeakable cruelty done to children by the nuns. One incident involved having a boy wedged into a steel garbage can for a half hour. The kid was probably scarred for life. I wondered how he could breath but he did in fact survive the ordeal. I'm glad I was a good boy in school and never had to be degraded like that.
Z - too funny1
I'm hesitant to reveal the poor schmuck's name lest he be ridiculed in this public forum.
TSom: PM me and I'll tell you privately.
You know those classroom cans we had. Steel, about 30 inches tall. The nun made him sit in there, his feet came straight up and his butt went down in the can.
On a brighter note, it must be remembered that lay teachers also had free reign to "discipline" students.
This one time, [[not in band camp)A male teacher heard me singing the Faygo Red Pop song in class. He stopped his lesson. He ordered me to the front of the room.
Up I went to the blackboard where he was standing with my best "aw shucks" look on my face.
In a move that is the moral equivalent of ripping your opponents heart out and showing it to him before he dies, teacher, eraser in hand, smacked me in the face with that eraser. The chalk dust laden eraser blew up a cloud of chalk dust that covered me and the kids in the first couple of rows.
After the dust began to settle one could make out the image of me, in full whiteface, standing there stupified. I eventually took my seat, glad I wasn't sent into the "Human Garbage" can. Ahhh, the Wonder Years indeed.
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I got the waste basket treatment at Burbank when I was [[wait for it) 6 years old. I was talking to someone in class, and the teacher, Miss Sauer, caught me and put me in a waste basket in the hallway. She must have been a convent reject.I'm hesitant to reveal the poor schmuck's name lest he be ridiculed in this public forum.
TSom: PM me and I'll tell you privately.
You know those classroom cans we had. Steel, about 30 inches tall. The nun made him sit in there, his feet came straight up and his butt went down in the can.
On a brighter note, it must be remembered that lay teachers also had free reign to "discipline" students.
This one time, [[not in band camp)Mr.Joseph heard me singing the Faygo Red Pop song in class. He stopped his lesson. He ordered me to the front of the room.
Up I went to the blackboard where he was standing with my best "aw shucks" look on my face.
In a move that is the moral equivalent of ripping your opponents heart out and showing it to him before he dies, Joseph, eraser in hand, smacked me in the face with that eraser. The chalk dust laden eraser blew up a cloud of chalk dust that covered me and the kids in the first couple of rows.
After the dust began to settle one could make out the image of me, in full whiteface, standing there stupified. I eventually took my seat, glad I wasn't sent into the "Human Garbage" can. Ahhh, the Wonder Years indeed.
While we are talking about the good sister. thought I'd retrieve this from the old archives.
CFG did you actually say this? Unbelievable how perceptions are so varied.
Actually, Sr. ER wasn't such a bad sort most of the time. I believe I took this picture with my Instamatic - without the flashcube - in the courtyard between 100 and the gym. I remember that she was almost the top vote getter in the Detroit News "Teacher's Apple" award. Students had to fill in forms and send them in, nominating their favorite teacher. The reason I remember this, is that she came in under the principal of Sacred Heart - Mr. Corbett - and my cousin's were rubbing it in that their teacher beat our teacher in votes. Don't ask me how I remember THAT!
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