My sisters and I were raised catholic and I went to a catholic elementary school. I was such a good little catholic girl in elementary school, I went to mass every Friday, and we had religious education every day. I would fast on Good Friday, and would only have bread and water and some cheeses, until Easter Sunday.
Our teachers were nuns and one of them was really mean, and she had been crippled by polio as a kid so she walked with a brace on her foot. I think she was just misunderstood. There was another nun named sister Teresa who was young and beautiful and I loved her. Sister Teresa who I had in sixth grade, she was awesome. She was my introduction to feminism, one time in class she was talking about Eleanor Roosevelt and what a role model she was for women and that she was for human rights. But I had heard her mumble under her breath: except she was pro-abortion. At that time I didn’t know what that meant.
School was pretty good, there were some messed up things about doing to catholic school, what some of the teachers did would be considered abuse now. I remember this boy Steve and in second grade he was hyper active and could not sit still and was always talking. He probably had ADHD but there was not a diagnosis then.
So one time the teacher made him pull down his pants, bend over the desk, and she spanked him with a yard stick in front of the entire class. Another example is when sister Theona, the one who had Polio, would walk around while we were learning to write cursive and if we were not holding our pencils lightly enough she would take a ruler and hit our fingers. She thought we should hold them so lightly that she should be able to grab them out of our hands while we were writing.
“My dad had always told me from the time I was one that I was going to be a doctor.”
I didn’t go to a catholic school when I got into high school, I went to a public one. High school was fine, it was a mixture of good and bad. I went in the late 80’s. High school did not shape my decision on what I was going to do with my life later on. My dad always told me from the time I was one years old that I was going to be a doctor, that had a greater shaping on me going to medical school than anything.