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I always enjoy telling these stories.
I attended Catholic school and the nuns were a particular type of human I had never encountered. Of course, at 5 years old, my experience of humans was somewhat limited. But these medievally festooned ancient females were something to have a whole new dimension of bad dreams about.
I'll try to keep this brief. The most common things that occured in class were being pummeled about the head with fists, rulers, and chalky erasers by these wizened, bitter, and joyless Brides of Christ.
The more creative punishments meted out to me and my mates were religious in nature. I recall kneeling for hours before statues of the "Blessed Virgin". When the statue was an image of her Son, our arms were part of the deal as well. We'd get to hold them out for extended periods while getting whacked with a pointer - all the while being instructed to gaze up at the Man on the Cross and imagine how our indiscretions pained Him, etc. To really get that one across, we'd occasionally have to kneel on our hands during one of these punishment sessions.
Essentially, I figured out very early in life that if these evil beings represented this cult - I didn't want any part of it. And if they and their ilk were headed somewhere after they left this Earth, I'd make sure I stayed far away from there.
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