In article <
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Howard Hal <
howar...@notmail.com> wrote:
I don't know if they were sadists (no one knows what goes on behind
closed convent doors), but they were certainly authoritarian in their
discipline.
And I wish they used rulers.
One day I was having difficulty with a math problem on the blackboard,
which was unusual for me. The nun slapped me on the back of the head
with enough force to bounce my head off - and crack - the blackboard.
Another time, I was being disciplined for an infraction the nature of
which I do not recall after all these years. The nun had me drop trou
and hit me on the butt repeatedly with a wooden dustbrush. The wooden
part was 12-16 inches long and an inch or so thick.
My parents told the nuns - in my presence - that the nuns had carte
blanche when it came to discipline, including corporal punishment. They
also told me that whatever punishment the nun gave me in school they
would duplicate when I got home.
As a result I was terrified into behaving, so I didn't experience many
horror stories. I witnessed quite a few, though.
The nuns were angry, miserably unhappy people - rarely seen to smile or
laugh non-sardonically - and they took it out on their students. My
seventh-grade nun - the school principal - snapped one day and decided
to punish the class by keeping us after school, without telling anybody.
(I went to a small school with double-grade classrooms. In effect,
one-quarter of the school's students didn't come home from school -
simply vanished.) It wasn't until after 5 pm - more than two hours after
the school day ended - that we were released, and then only because the
parish priest ordered the nun to let us go home. Worried parents tracked
down the priest to get him to investigate.
It wasn't just the nuns who got physical with students. Once in high
school I was making my way down the crowded hallway to get to my next
class when I bumped into one of the brothers (the religious order, not
the other kind). He must have thought I did it deliberately, because he
whirled around, grabbed me and slammed me into a bank of lockers.
This same brother would end fights in the cafeteria by telling the two
combatants to see him in the gym after school. He would then hand them
boxing gloves and tell them to settle their differences like men. I
think he got off on watching.
I never saw or heard of any sexual abuse in grade school. But in high
school we had one brother named Smith who never came back from winter
break one year, amid rumors that he had gotten a little too friendly
with some students. (I attended an all-boys high school.) There was a
cadre of boys who hung around him who became known as "Smitty's boys."
This was not a welcome moniker. It was pretty much the equivalent of
calling them faggots.