A Real Short Story.....

 What they offer us is a great education and a good solid religious background. This is what they tell our parents who are looking for a good parochial school to shove us kids into. I say it that way because this is the truth about my first experience in the catholic school I went to. Imagine being four years old and starting first grade in a catholic school where you were just one of sixty children per class room. Of course I was a smart kid, I already knew how to read a little and I could write pretty well for someone just hopping from toddler to student.



This day was my first and only day in that particular school because I left the class and started walking home. (Two older boys were sent after me to escort me home) The reason I did that you ask? Well, I decided that if the sister was stupid then I didn't belong in that class and that was all there was to it. When I got home my father and mother were home and they asked me why I was home. I told them "I quit!" My parents asked why I quit school and I told them that they were stupid there, that they drew crooked ones on the blackboard. My parents called the school and scheduled a conference with the sister who was my teacher and mother superior who was the principal of the school. You can imagine how my parents laughed when they came home from the meeting at the school. They told me that the sister was definitely NOT drawing crooked ones on the blackboard. She was drawing RAIN DROPS!


Well! I said, “Now isn’t that stupid?”