Funny stories about catholic school

[kiobe]

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.

[Shalot]

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.

aw no! I went to Catholic school and there was a kid in my class who used to have accidents daily. The kid would just sit there and then it would start to stink and it happened everyday. It stank constantly. And one day the teacher says "Does someone need to go to the bathroom?" and a bunch of us would yell the kid's name and point our fingers. And as I remember this, I am thinking that the kid may have had some kind of problem and was very ashamed. That's not so funny --- I am not even sure why I remember this.

The kid stopped coming to school towards the end of the year and never came back. I can't imagine why.

I don't supposed the pants-crappings had anything to do with the fact that the school was Catholic, but I just so happened to go to a catholic school with someone who crapped their shorts everyday and the OP crapped his pants at catholic school so I thought my little story sort of fit...

Oh oh --- sex education at a Catholic school --- I don't know what could be funnier. Only, it wasn't called Sex Education --- they called it Home Life
(or something like that).

The boys left the classroom and all the girls were told to be wary of the boys who would deflower them.

And then the boys came back and the girls left the room and the boys were instructed not to spill the seed (or something)

[Virgil]

aw no! I went to Catholic school and there was a kid in my class who used to have accidents daily. The kid would just sit there and then it would start to stink and it happened everyday. It stank constantly. And one day the teacher says "Does someone need to go to the bathroom?" and a bunch of us would yell the kid's name and point our fingers. And as I remember this, I am thinking that the kid may have had some kind of problem and was very ashamed. That's not so funny --- I am not even sure why I remember this.

The kid stopped coming to school towards the end of the year and never came back. I can't imagine why.

I wonder why. After you tortured the poor kid.

[kiobe]

aw no! I went to Catholic school and there was a kid in my class who used to have accidents daily. The kid would just sit there and then it would start to stink and it happened everyday. It stank constantly. And one day the teacher says "Does someone need to go to the bathroom?" and a bunch of us would yell the kid's name and point our fingers. And as I remember this, I am thinking that the kid may have had some kind of problem and was very ashamed. That's not so funny --- I am not even sure why I remember this.

The kid stopped coming to school towards the end of the year and never came back. I can't imagine why.

I don't supposed the pants-crappings had anything to do with the fact that the school was Catholic, but I just so happened to go to a catholic school with someone who crapped their shorts everyday and the OP crapped his pants at catholic school so I thought my little story sort of fit...

Oh oh --- sex education at a Catholic school --- I don't know what could be funnier. Only, it wasn't called Sex Education --- they called it Home Life
(or something like that).

The boys left the classroom and all the girls were told to be wary of the boys who would deflower them.

And then the boys came back and the girls left the room and the boys were instructed not to spill the seed (or something)

That's histerical. Home life????LOL