There were nuns all over that school...except in whatever class my brother had. He got the cool teachers. I always ended up with nuns. They were mean which I always thought was very contrary to God's messages. I also thought the nuns were so mean to me because they didn’t have any boobs and they knew one day I would have boobs (haha, jokes on them). One day, when Sister Ann George was in a particularly nasty mood with me (she didn't like how I wrote my “2's”), and she was being really, really mean, I actually visualized (yes, Ally McBeal moments started that early for me) myself telling her “You’re just jealous because you don’t have boobs and one day I will!!” Fortunately, years of Catholic school training had taught me to keep my mouth shut, my head down and “for God’s sake, wipe that smirk off my face!!”
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Of Nuns and Boobs and Back to School Night, oh my!
Tonight is back to school night at my kids' school. For some reason I'm feeling a little anxious about this. This isn't my first year meeting the teachers of my children, all by myself, and it certainly won't be the last. I'm very comfortable in my single parent spot and no longer feel achy or alone at these school things. I've actually started to enjoy some of them in the last year. But today I'm feeling anxious. Evil Twin lovingly pointed out to me that there won't be any scary Nuns there tonight. I suddenly flashed to my Catholic school days...