heres my entry for the competition.. lol...i cant find a school photo...but i will look lol.. I never really thought much about school being honest…It never occurred to me ever, even in my worst nightmare that my mother would bring me somewhere, and leave me…all day…alone at the mercy of strangers……i had complete trust in her………so when she told me i was going to school i had no reason not to trust her either…i wanted to be a ballet dancer, and she assured me the lovely nuns would enjoy looking at me prancing around doing my moves just like she did…….cant be all that bad then i remember deciding…and i decided i wasn’t going to do my usual drop down and bawl my brains out…...I hopped to school….i had invented some new moves….i was very excited…UNTIL the classroom door closed, the kids all had to sit in their assigned spot and i realized dancing specially ballet wasn’t on the agenda…i didn’t much like the nun i thought she shouted and was a bit cranky, not to mention scary…i don’t remember her name…..but i remember how when she led us all out to our mammys to be picked up she was smiling….and it was the first smile id seen all day from the time our mammys left…schooldays settled into the mundane…you went every day……a bad day was if you got clattered all day, a good day was if it only happened once or twice…i don’t ever remember getting to do my ballet… i don’t remember learning much, but i remember the fear in the pit of my stomach leaving my ma at the door, and the joy of saturdays and sundays…..so maybe i did actually learn to tell the days of the week…i.e saturday and sunday were torture free.........things continued up until communion…and what a commotion that was….we got to practice, we learned our sins by heart, and we also learned that not only did we have to fear the nuns, but the canon…..now id no idea who the canon was, and i never saw him, so it wasn’t actually until he came into our class that i realized he was the walking demon who lived over the street from me…..and yes i did know him.….then i realized we should all certainly fear him…..i had good reason for my terror lol….anyway this communion commotion certainly brought excitement to the day…I remember being told….when you receive the “body of christ” you have to swallow it….do not under any circumstances let it touch your teeth….the thought of swallowing a body and blood terrified me so much i started wetting the bed, so not only did i have the fear of school..but the fear of going to bed…how on earth was i going to swallow a whole person…i was only 7…anyways roll on our first day to practice and the nun assured us this was exactly the same as the body of christ, just not it exactly…..i was sure it wasn’t cos it just looked like a wafer, and i remember telling everyone i was so relieved it was so ordinary looking “go stand in the corner “ i got told as the nun make a swipe at me..…thats a mortal sin to say something like that…..A mortal sin??? i didn’t know there were different kinds of sins? anyways i missed my turn to practice because i was being punished in the corner…so we go out to play….id had enough of the standing around and remember thinking…..now is a good time to practice my ballet….so I’m hopping and prancing and twirling around when i get grabbed by the bow on my head and airlifted off my feet into the hallway……….how dare you i remember hearing being screamed at me….how dare you…just you wait till your mother gets here…..id no idea what the heck id done …i hadn’t got the body stuck in my teeth…so the beating i got didn’t in fact make sense to me…...in fact i didn’t even have the body…so what was up? i soon discovered…my ballet dancing wasn’t appreciated….shes been showing her knickers to everyone the nun yelled at my mother..that child has no shame………i don’t know why your always in trouble me ma remarked dragging me home….(neither did i) Next day…..since i was the only one who didn’t get to practice swallowing the “holy communion” I’m up in front of the class…….now the other thing i hated more than being beaten was standing in front of the class….with everyone staring at me….i remember shaking, rattling and saying to the nun…i don’t want to swallow it…..several bangs and thumps later i opened my mouth as instructed, the nun popped the holy wafer in……christ..it stuck on my front teeth…..i immediately retched and threw up all over the nun, the floor the front desks….my mind went blank i don’t remember much that happened after but i do remember a week after my communion my mother coming to pick me up and saying…..ok your going to a new school…….and i ballet danced all the way down rat oath road. Im glad my kids never encountered this intense fear at school….
Posted on: Tue, 23 Sep 2014 21:27:45 +0000
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