Memories

One of my most physically painful memories at St. Al’s took place in second or third grade. I was in the hallway talking to a friend just before class. When, what to my horrified hair should adhere but a nun’s gripping fingers as she pulled with a sneer.

That’s right. For absolutely no good reason, and without any warning whatsoever, she seized a handful of my hair and yanked it as hard as she could, nearly taking a chunk of my skull with it. Her reasoning: Students shouldn’t be talking in the hallway so soon before class.

Sigh. Those were the good-ol’ days. So how about you? Do you have a memory—good or bad—that you would like to share with the class? If so, please email it to us and we’ll post it in this section. In the mean time, click on the “View Memories” link below to see what others have submitted.