It's a plot.
It's a plot, I say. And that's all there is to it.
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Francesca Knowles wrote:Me Again wrote::BFrancesca Knowles wrote:elle8 wrote:
i went to catholic school and was told to never ever have those . .
Hoo boy...now you've done it!
Did you attend Queen of Angles in PA also. I remember her when she used a rubber hose! Chris
No...my Dread Encounter began at St. Cecilia's in Beaverton Oregon and lasted for the next twelve years, eventually terminating via my expul-er- graduation from St. Mary's Academy in Portland.
That there above is Sister Agnes of The Cross, my fifth grade teacher. Her fallback when the ruler wasn't handy was the ol' rap-on-the-head-with-the-ring.
Ring knocker on the noggin ain't nothin.....compared to the *BLACK HAND*!!..:R
Sr. Mary Benedict.
First grade.
Had a prosthetic hand. Wore a black glove over the hand.
Disrupt the class or whatever - you got "cuffed" on the head with
the un-yielding, *solid* - "black hand!"
Once you had been cuffed, you *NEVER* risked a repeat offense!..:(
Redemption!
She "graduated" to a hook the following year.
Kid in the class a year behind mine was excused from class to go to the lavatory.
He doesn't return in a reasonable amount of time - she sends 2nd kid to see where he is. Kid comes running back, says first kid is on the floor choking on the cap from a fountain pen.
She got it out of his throat with "the hook" (witnessed by the 2nd kid & others).
Still talked about at our 50th (8th grade grad) reunion a few years ago.
Whole new meaning to...."Get the hook!"..;)
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