That was us too. If we got in trouble in school, we were automatically in trouble at home, with a few miscarriages of justice along the way.
In second grade, a girl and I passed a few notes back and forth and got caught. Apparently what we wrote was of a such a salacious nature we were ordered one at a time to go out to the St Joe nun who was teaching the 1st grade at the time for a stern talking-to. The girl went in with her note and came back with her head down, then it was my turn. I went in my note, stood before the class next to the nun. She told the kids to "put their heads down on their desks," while she lectured me about hell I guess. But a kid in the front row couldn't help to sneak a look up and smirk at me. Needless to say, at 7, we had no idea what we were being lectured about and whatever we wrote we must have gotten from the 8th graders in the yard. The teachers thought we were perverts, but we thought we were just being hilarious. |
