Funny stories about catholic school
Do you have a funny story about catholic school?
Here's one. Funny now, it wasn't then.
I attended, school name left out, catholic school. It was a K thru 12 private school about 2 miles from my home in southern California. I'm not sure why I had to go as my 3 brothers went to public schools, unless they were trying to excersize a demon out of me. Anyway, I was in third grade, and try to imagine a classroom with about fifty, eight-year-olds sitting perfectly straight with thier hands clasped on the top of thier desks all dressed in green plaid sweaters and crisp white shirts and black wingtip shoes. It was after lunch and lunch resess as we were listening to Sister Mary***** talk of heaven, hell and pergatory when I realized that I was giong to need to use the bathroom, then called the lavatory. I raised my little plaid covered arm to ask permission to go to the bathroom. From the mouth of Sister Mary*****the answer is NO! No? But I really have to go. NO! YOU SHOULD HAVE GONE AT LUNCH RECESS. I prayed, Forgive me o lord for my scheduling mistake as I am only eight years old. I asked again. NO! Well, I sat there knowing my fate and that time was not on my side as we had 2 hours until school ended....My school day was about to end a little early. I tried as hard as an 8 year-old could to, or more appropriaty, not to load my underware.....Too late, it's over, no more pain. It took about a minute or so until the kid next to me started to notice that the room smelled different. Another couple of minutes and fingers were pointing at me. Sister Mary***** sent me to see Mother superiour and mother super sent me home. No call to my folks, please just leave our school you dirty little boy!!! I walked, a funny little walk, 2 miles with a 2 pound meatloaf in my drawers. My folks yanked me out of that hell hole and sent me to public school the next week. Thanks mom.
