My first day of school at Catholic Kindergarten. I was a timid little girl, and yet entering school was not difficult for me. I loved it. At first. It was taught by a team of nuns. I watched in fascination as mothers dragged their children...sometimes kicking and screaming and/or sobbing...puzzling to me. The nuns, matter-of-factly put all of the screamers and criers in the back row of the room. They were tended to by one especially compassionate nun. There were 55 students in the rather large room. I bit my nails and listened, as the "lead" nun recited the long list of rules and behavioral expectations. As I looked around, I noticed my surroundings...particularly the large raised stage in the back of the room, complete with heavy brown velvet curtains. Every inch of wall space was covered with pictures of Jesus and other religious displays. There were also the entire alphabet, complete with Phonics signs. I already knew how to read. I had taught myself the previous year. This was going to be exciting.
*Please note that the upcoming posts on this blog will contain certain disturbing verbal images. This is where it starts getting graphic*
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