Catholic School horror stories....

[doxdogy]

We had one nun for math in high school, Sister St. Matthew. Her favorite way of getting our attention was to bang the pointer on her desk. One of the tall boys in class hid on top of the chalkboard. Poor nun was so short, she couldn't see the stick up there. We had one teacher in grade school (8th grade) he was a lay teacher and if he caught you talking in class, he would throw an eraser at you. I was talking away one day to a friend and I looked up and he was getting ready to throw the eraser at me. Actually, I enjoyed going to Catholic school. Went to Public school for two weeks and hated it.

 

[Twinkles6892]

I have a few stories....let's see...8th grade....my teacher (an ex-nun) starting calling our names one by one and telling certain people to stand up. Then, when a few of us were standing, she went up and down rows telling us all what was wrong with us. Ryan couldn't be trusted. Estelle was boy crazy. Val was annoying. Shannon was fat. Me....she told me that I wouldn't have an easy time in high school beacuse I wasn't as pretty and thin as one of my classmates who was Junior Miss Massachusetts.

Ten years later, I finished my therapy for my eating disorder and went back there for their Christmas Fair. I walked in and this teacher was there. She walked up to me and said, "So....what are we doing with our life now?" I told her that I graduated from Boston University with a full scholarship, just graduated from law school, passed the Bar and I'm working at one of the largest law firms in Boston. I live in a huge, custom-built house and have an amazing husband who is equally as successful. Then I told her that what she said to me stayed with me for a very long time. Her words caused me to starve myself, contemplate suicide and doubt my abilities and worth as a person. She tried to make excuses. She said that she was only doing what she thought was best for us. I told her there is no excuse for standing a few people up in a classroom of their peers and putting them down. There is no excuse.

My entire time at that school was a nightmare. My mother's friend's kids go there now. This same teacher once told her 8th grade class that if your mother and father aren't married, your mother is a you-know-what (a word that begins with a w and ends with an e and has an hor in the middle). She told her 8th grade class that if their parents' bedroom door is closed, don't go in because they are having sex. She told her 8th grade class of both boys and girls about having a period.

After going back and confronting her, I've been able to let it go. I've actually been able to go back periodically to volunteer time and I've donated money to the school. I want this lady fired, no doubt, and I truly believe I'm not the only person she's psychologically damaged, but my education there was top-notch. It's a private school in an inner city and it provides an wonderful alternative to the not-so-great public schools in that city. I want to make sure other kids have that opportunity despite that woman.

So, that's my Catholic School Horror Story.

That's a pretty bad horror story

 

[babar]

We had one nun for math in high school, Sister St. Matthew. Her favorite way of getting our attention was to bang the pointer on her desk. One of the tall boys in class hid on top of the chalkboard. Poor nun was so short, she couldn't see the stick up there. We had one teacher in grade school (8th grade) he was a lay teacher and if he caught you talking in class, he would throw an eraser at you. I was talking away one day to a friend and I looked up and he was getting ready to throw the eraser at me. Actually, I enjoyed going to Catholic school. Went to Public school for two weeks and hated it.

I enjoyed it too. Made for some fun stories!!

 

[antbritt]

Well I do have a few actual horror stories, like the time sister whats her name called me an animal and sent me home with all my books ( walking)
Oh yeah lets see what else
Sr. N used to draw a Dog house on the black board and put your name in it if she caught you doing anything.
Sr M took use in second grade to see Santa and I pulled his Fake beard off and said " there is no such thing as Santa " So Sr. M smacked me in the back of the head
Then in 4th grade I accidently Blew a bubble with my gum and ended up with it stuck on my Nose for the entire day!
Then there was my sister who someone stepped on her foot while in line so when she hopped on it from the pain Sr. S made her spend the afternoon out on the pavement hopping on 1 foot ( she was in 1st grade!)
I also saw some thing s that I would never hope in a million years exist today.
PS This was in the mid to late 70s.

 

[babar]

Well I do have a few actual horror stories, like the time sister whats her name called me an animal and sent me home with all my books ( walking)
Oh yeah lets see what else
Sr. N used to draw a Dog house on the black board and put your name in it if she caught you doing anything.
Sr M took use in second grade to see Santa and I pulled his Fake beard off and said " there is no such thing as Santa " So Sr. M smacked me in the back of the head
Then in 4th grade I accidently Blew a bubble with my gum and ended up with it stuck on my Nose for the entire day!
Then there was my sister who someone stepped on her foot while in line so when she hopped on it from the pain Sr. S made her spend the afternoon out on the pavement hopping on 1 foot ( she was in 1st grade!)
I also saw some thing s that I would never hope in a million years exist today.
PS This was in the mid to late 70s.

I guess I'm weird, but most of these stories (not just yours, just quoting you as an example) strike me as pretty funny!! Especially the one about the pink velvet bows!

I'm glad I had some of these experiences.

 

[HomeSweetDisney]

I went to Catholic school for half a year in 5th grade. That's all I could take because I hated it there. The kids were horrible. Shady, lying, manipulative little snots. The nuns and teachers weren't much better. I hated it so much that I would ask to go to the nurses office everyday. I always had some excuse...headache, nausea, dizzyness, cramps, rabies, scarlett fever, chicken pox, smallpox, I always had something wrong with me And then one day I was at recess and I fell and fractured my wrist. When I went to the nurses office she didn't believe that I was really hurt because I was always in her office so much. It was your typical boy-cries-wolf scenario. Turns out I really was hurt as I found out later that evening when I went to take a shower. I pushed on the knob to turn the shower off and screamed bloody murder. My dad had to take me to the emergency room and I wore a cast for a few months. But I ended up going to another school so it worked out well.

 

[babar]

shady, lying, manipulative snots in the fifth grade? man, you went to a tough school!

 

[dg39]

I went to Catholic school from 1st through 12th grade(graduated in 1977). I remember sitting at my desk and the nuns would walk up and down the classroom aisles making sure we were doing our work. Just the sound of her rosary beads jingling as she was coming closer and closer used to make me shake. If we did anything wrong, the nuns were allowed to hit us. I remember getting my hair pulled a number of times, for stupid little things. But, the worst part of it was that if I got hit in school, I got hit again when I got home for getting in trouble in school. Times surely have changed for the better.

 

[mom2boys]

We had 3 Disciplinarians in 4 yrs of High School. Yes, her offical title was "Disciplinarian" - sort of like a vice-principal. Our winter uniform included a blazer which we were required to wear in the hall. I hated to put it on and usually just carried it around. One day the Disciplinarian was on blazer & sock patrol (socks were to be navy blue knee highs). I was wear green "Class of 1980" socks and carry my blazer when I passed her in the morning. She gave me a warning about the blazer & the socks. Well I passed her again that same afternoon & she recognized my face. She told me to put my blazer on and said "Didn't I tell you the same thing this morning". I claimed that she must have spoken to my sister, Karen - that people always got us confused. I never had a sister but the nun hadn't been there long enough to know my name. For the rest of high school, my look-a-like sister "Karen" managed to get me out of a several tight spots.

 

[AllyandJack]

I have a funny story to go along with the horror stories.

Our principal (who is still there) used to wear these shoes that were black high heels with white at the toe. They looked like eyes looking at you. One day, we were filing out to recess. The 7th grade class went down before us and, apparently, made a bunch of noise as they were walking by her office. When we were walking by her office, she came out and SCREAMED at us!

She turned and went to walk back into her office and wiped out. She stepped on the little rug in front of her office and it moved and her leg shot out from under her and she did a big split, bent at the knees, went down on both knees and toppled over onto her stomach. She bounced back up really fast and kept walking into her office. Our teacher didn't see her fall, so we couldn't laugh because she would think we were laughing at being yelled at. You have no idea how hard it was to hold that in!! We got outside for recess and just exploded in laughter.

 

[HomeSweetDisney]

shady, lying, manipulative snots in the fifth grade? man, you went to a tough school!

It was horrible. They stole from me too! I had so much stuff stolen while I was at that school. I hated it.

 

[joshsmom]

She turned and went to walk back into her office and wiped out. She stepped on the little rug in front of her office and it moved and her leg shot out from under her and she did a big split, bent at the knees, went down on both knees and toppled over onto her stomach. She bounced back up really fast and kept walking into her office. Our teacher didn't see her fall, so we couldn't laugh because she would think we were laughing at being yelled at. You have no idea how hard it was to hold that in!! We got outside for recess and just exploded in laughter.

OMG!!!!! I haven't laughed so hard in a LONG time!!! Thank you!~!!!

 

[MUFFYCAT]

I was afraid of my 1st grade teacher. I was not very smart, she used to tell me daily that I will be left back and that I didn't even belong in school. We later found out she was dismissed from teaching. The 7th grade nun used to throw kids against the wall.

 

[marymrg]

Horror story in a way..........

We had the coolest principal/nun when I was in 8th grade. We talked her into letting us have a sleepover in the convent. It was great. We stayed up all night telling ghost stories and we all swear that we saw the ghost of the young nun who died in the convent years before due to "swallowing her tongue". I think, in reality, she had an epileptic seizure and must have stopped breathing. That didn't sound nearly as horrible as swallowing your tongue.

 

[lyeag]

My 4th grade teacher (1979) was a nun (not all the teachers at my school were). She would put tape over the clock so we wouldn't keep looking at it..

She had cards with all our names on it for reading out loud in class. She spread them out on her desk and would pull one. If you didn't know where we were in the reading, you had to stand for the rest of the class....

I remember she was a very tiny woman... when she stood behind her podium you couldn't see her legs and it look like she hovered....

I learned more from that woman....


I also remember in 8th grade all the girls were passing notes at school. Well, when the teachers found out, they went through our things, found every note, stapled them together and sent them home for our parents to sign.... then we had to go and burn them all together....

aaaahhhh the memories!

 

[Disney Doll]

I don't have any. In general, all the nuns who taught me in my many years of Catholic school (5th grade through college) were all very nice.

 

[IMGONNABE40!]

My 11th grade math teacher was a nun. I don't remember her nun name--we all just called her Sr. Overhead. We called her that because she used the overhead projector for every class--probably because she was too short to reach very high on the board. At the begining of one class, Sr. Overhead asks Brian to roll down the screen. Brian rolls down the screen and immediately snaps it back up. Sr. sees that the screen is not down and repeats for Brian to roll down the screen. Brian mumbles some stuff--basically saying that Sr. probably doesn't really want him to roll down the screen. They go back and forth. Finally Sr. Overhead sreams "BRIAN! ROLL DOWN THAT SCREEN!" Brian rolls down the screen to reveal a playboy centerfold that some prankster had taped to the center of the screen. When Sr. got a look at that she yelled "BRIAN! ROLL UP THAT SCREEN!"

 

[penguinande]

I went to Catholic school all the way from kindergarten through 12th grade. I hated being froced to attend Masses, but it wasn't a bad tradeoff considering the quality of education. There were no nuns at either my elementary school or my high school; I had a few wacko teachers, but I bet everyone did at some point. No horror stories.

 

[sodaseller]

Got hit on the head if I suggested the verb "to be" takes an object, but nothing I wouldn't want my children to go through. Overall an excellent memory. I never had a professor at UF half as brilliant as the Jesuit fathers that taught me in HS

 

[JudicialTyranny]

She turned and went to walk back into her office and wiped out. She stepped on the little rug in front of her office and it moved and her leg shot out from under her and she did a big split, bent at the knees, went down on both knees and toppled over onto her stomach. She bounced back up really fast and kept walking into her office. Our teacher didn't see her fall, so we couldn't laugh because she would think we were laughing at being yelled at. You have no idea how hard it was to hold that in!! We got outside for recess and just exploded in laughter.

This reminds me of a similar story in my Catholic school. We had a lay teacher (a guy, who later became a priest in his 40's) in 8th grade. One day he was really yelling at our class about something we did wrong.

After his tirade, he went storming out of the classroom. His desk had a pull-out shelf where you would put a typewriter, although he had no typewriter. As he stormed past his desk, the shelf happened to be pulled out and he slammed right into it! The shelf is at groin level, so all of the boys in the class winced because we knew he had to be in pain!

He continued out of the room, and after he was gone, but still in the hallway, we were all dying trying to control our laugh.

I don't have any "horror" stories - the nuns I had were usually pretty strict, although some were very cool. We had a nun as a principal who was a lot of fun - she was a big sports fan and she would take us to baseball games. When she drove the "nunmobile" (a big 70's station wagon), she would burn rubber pulling out into traffic!

I had not seen her since 8th grade (1981) because she was transferred when I graduated. But a few months ago when the Eagles were in the Super Bowl, the local news had a "teaser" on about an upcoming story about a nun who was going to the Super Bowl. I knew it had to be her because she was a big Eagles fan - and I was right! I waited for the segment to come on and there she was, now at a local academy, with an Eagles shirt over her habit!