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How My Dad Made My 6th Grade Teacher Feel Salty
She was a nun and he aced her
Growing up I went to a small Catholic grade school. My parents insisted every year that I have a nun for a teacher. They were paying “good money” to send me there so I could be instructed by nuns.
I can honestly say all the nuns I had as a child were fine. We had Sisters of Notre Dame (SND). I was never swatted or slapped or abused in any way. If I had been I’m pretty sure my parents would have said I got what I deserved. I did get in trouble. I was intimidated by a few of the nuns but no bodily harm was committed as in some of the stories you hear today.
It’s hard to say if I received a better education from the nuns than a lay teacher (as non nuns were called in the Catholic schools). I ended up an above average student but not the class valedictorian by a long shot.
As a young man, my father read the Bible a lot. It was one of the only books his family had around the one-room garage they lived in. The garage was attached to my great aunt’s house and he lived there with my grandparents and 4 aunts and uncles during the depression years. My dad had to quit school at a young age and help support his family until he was old enough to join the Navy. He was the smartest man I’ve ever known. He knew what he wanted in life and he went for it…
