My Turning Point In Catholic School.

You know there were a lot turning points in my life morally. And one happened in gym class around the 6th or 7th grade in GS. A girl, AD, walked passed me in gym classes in a short skirt and gym shoes. I whittled my fingers and went "shame, shame, shame". And my life was never the same. I'm serious.

Our mean, butch gym teacher, Miss C was the first to see. She couldn't believe it. "James—?" she said with disbelief. AD never forgave me either. She and my alleged best friend TE would sit, basically in front of me in class, like three feet away, and talk about me. "Do you notice the way he eats?" one would say. "And he breathes too loud too" the other would add. Miss C was the most appalled, as I said. I had a problem with frequent urination at least since age 9. I would walk up to her during gym class and ask "may I please be excused?" (that's how proper gentlemen ask to use the bathroom, the told us in school). "No..." Miss C would say, with sadism and a touch of enjoyment in her voice. Other children would be walking in and out of the bathroom. But I still couldn't use it. I told my mother. For God's sake, I have a medical problem. Okay, I shouldn't have said "shame, shame, shame" already. But I really have to go. My mother said, don't worry. I'll talk to the principal the next day. I asked her the next day, did you talk to the principal. She said "Yes. Yes I did." The next time I was in gym class, I asked Miss C if I could use the lavatory. No change. She still said "No..."

But you know the real thing was I said shame three times. I passed notes in the 8th grade four times. Three was my usual limit. Perhaps if I just said "shame" once or twice, I'd at least be allowed to use the bathroom. I wonder if AD is now. As I said, she never forgave me after that either.

 

What did you mean by the shame remark?

 

IDK but I recon it went something like this...

 

I don't understand your question. Plus are supporting what they did, against or neither. Plus you didn't include an emoji. Are you joking, serious, etc.

 

Jane went to school at a convent and the nuns could be unbelievably cruel.
Not coming from a rich family, she had to stay behind 2 night a week and wax the chapel floor on her hands and knees.

Her aunt went the whole hog and took her vows. For the same reasons she was treated like a domestic slave. After 2 years, she renounced her vows and left the order, complaining that she did not need her degree in literature to wash dishes.
She went on to become a head of department at one of the most prestigious schools in Dublin, but her background still got in her way. Fortunately, they could not touch her, because every year her students got the highest grades in the whole of Ireland.

When she visited us in London, it was endless fun. When we went into a shop, she was still in teacher mode, addressing all the customers like her class.
Her best one, was when her loud voice collected a large group of American tourists in the west end and gave them a free 2 hour tour. She knew every building, who had lived there and every detail of every statue of a man on a horse.

Despite all this, her street sense was zero. One afternoon we left her to it, telling her which bus to catch to get back and to give me a call to pick her up from the bus stop. When I got the call, she was about 20 miles away, on the opposite side of London. Needless to say, I got the blame, for not telling her that buses go in both directions.