[Abby10]

Originally Posted by Henryk

My parents sentenced me to Catholic school, too. Franciscan Sisters of Saint Joseph. I liked most of my nun teachers. In first grade, Sister Mary Chester was a bit strict. But, Sister Mary Henrietta (they all have Mary as their middle name) was NOTHING short of terrifying. Her particular favorite subject was penmanship, and mine was and is awful. One day, I put my homework notebook on her desk, and she said, "Henryk, I have a bone to pick with you." She started to approach me with the thingy she smacked us on the hand with. She got closer. Closer. Closer. I immediately and unwillingly engaged in athletic hurling and puked all over her. It was the last time she bothered me.

WOW - another NOTHING with a special talent - lol