slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

By Karin Imlay Woodbury; Leesburg, FL...from Reminisce Magazine

One day during my freshman year at an all-girls Catholic high school, I learned an important lesson and a little-known fact that I'll never forget.

The day started as usual; the nuns were being their stern, commanding selves. The hallways were always crowded between classes, but rule number one was no talking while changing classes.

It was time for gym, and my girl friend Margie was wringing her hands and bemoaning the fact that she had forgotten her sneakers...a reason for a detention from the gym teacher. Not wanting to see that happen, we came up with a plan. Margie and I wore the same shoe size, and my sneakers were in my locker. I would go to my locker before lunch, get the sneakers, and lend them to Margie.

Sounds simple, right? Except there was a rule that the only time you could be at your locker was at the start or end of the day. Gym class was in the afternoon. Not to worry, Margie. I planned to sneak to my locker during the next change of classes.

I made it to my locker unobserved by the hall monitor. With sneakers in hand, I turned to see Margie standing in line for class about seven feet away. As the line started to move, I realized that I wold not make it to her b the time she reached the stairway leading down to the gym.

As she looked to me pleadingly, I did the only thing I could think of: threw the sneakers to her. Flying over the heads of students, they made their way to Margie. She did not catch them. At that very moment, Sister Immaculata, the disciplinary nun, walked out of her office. The sneakers flew over her head, but not before knocking off her wimple (her head garment).

I gasped as the sister looked at me. Without thinking, I yelled, "My God, they do have hair!"

I learned quite a bit that day and the five days afterward in detention. First, that nuns do have hair and, after a friendly conversation with Sister Mary Immaculata, that they are pretty much as human as the rest of us are. Second, I should never entertain the thought of becoming involved in any sport that requires throwing.

bggamers Loc: georgia

slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

Parochial school-girl uniforms, often, seemingly had the effects of cat-nip upon my brothers and I.

badbobby Loc: texas

I was always wondering why
all the girls threw things at me
and I don't mean love notes

slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

They couldn't possibly match all the BS you were tossing in their direction.