Catholic School  -  If you were there, you know.
Listen and remember.  Tall nuns.  Mortal sins.  Your
first confession. No meat on Fridays. Altar boy jitters.
And there were first kisses, prom breakups, broken hearts. Ah yes, we can all remember school days.

                               School  in  the sixties.  Short  people in
                        uniforms  and very  tall people in  uniforms.
                    If  you've been there and done that, you know
                  it  was  parochial school.  Jim  remembers  his
                first  day.

          "On the first  day of school,  I remember seeing  six
         hundred  kids  wandering  around  the  school   yard,
        waiting  for  the opening  bell  to call us inside.        By James Murphy
        Here  and  there, towering  above  this  mass  of
         humanity, roamed about  ten or twelve nuns.  Not only  were they the
          only  obvious  grown-ups  in the  schoolyard,  but  they  were  easily
          identified by  the black habits and the  starched  white head-dresses.
            These  head-dresses were  unbelievable. They  squeezed  the  face
             together, had some starched contraption going  from the chin down
                their  chest,  and  finally,  a  very  sharp  starched  point  soaring
                into  the  air  about  six  inches over  their forehead. I  don't  think
                   I  had ever seen anything quite like it. Most of them didn't seem
                        very happy, either, and  I  didn't  know  why.  All I knew
                             was these people were not  to be taken  lightly.
                                    I was going to be a very  good boy."

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