I just want to know when "Highschool" became a werd. Pardon me, wurd. Wird?
As for ending sentences in prepositions, up with that I will not put.
As for ending sentences in prepositions, up with that I will not put.
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Idiocracy
- Thread starter Joe Nerve
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I thought you were just making further sarcastic fun of the sign, actually.
I thought you were just making further sarcastic fun of the sign, actually.
Me, too!
I can rarely fight the urge to correct the spelling and punctuation when I quote someone here on the forum.
I have corrected some and then put them back the way they were, trying to not offend the person.
Apparently, the nuns really did a number on my mind.
Everyone makes mistakes, but some of the stuff that is written is amazingly bad....and we have spell-check helping as you type!!
I have corrected some and then put them back the way they were, trying to not offend the person.
Apparently, the nuns really did a number on my mind.
Everyone makes mistakes, but some of the stuff that is written is amazingly bad....and we have spell-check helping as you type!!
slobake
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At least you don't whack people with a rulerI can rarely fight the urge to correct the spelling and punctuation when I quote someone here on the forum.
I have corrected some and then put them back the way they were, trying to not offend the person.
Apparently, the nuns really did a number on my mind.
Everyone makes mistakes, but some of the stuff that is written is amazingly bad....and we have spell-check helping as you type!!
I came up through Catholic schools, and I have the scarred knuckles to prove it. 
On the other hand (the one I Didn't use to hold the pencil that ended the sentence with a preposition)...I could probably still diagram a sentence, if someone's knuckles depended upon it.
On the other hand (the one I Didn't use to hold the pencil that ended the sentence with a preposition)...I could probably still diagram a sentence, if someone's knuckles depended upon it.
i am confident that spell-check makes matters worse. folks generally expect their errors to be corrected for them, and fail to check for themselves.
The abuse went way beyond that.
One nun swung an oak pointer at my brother and hit him in the eye. Another nun swung at another of my brothers and split his lip with a ball point pen.
Another nun grabbed my wife (as a child, ..we went to the same school) so hard by her forearms that she drew blood with her fingernails and left bruises, this was for not walking quietly enough (this nun had a thing about the girls walking on tiptoes to be quiet) down the hall.
I had a priest teacher sneak up and punch me square in the back of my head for talking to the kid next to me in class, I was 13.
A nun locked a 7th grade girl classmate in a storage closet for 5 hours because the girl's uniform was not to regulation.
Meanwhile, the priests were touching some of us alter boys very inappropriately and pushing for reciprocation, we found out years later that my younger brother was molested.
The former principal priest in my high school (the year before I got there) left the school and the priesthood to marry a senior year student.
One priest got caught sleeping with one of the young nuns when my younger brother was in 8th grade, they left to get married.
I think our elementary school was the most dysfunctional in the whole diocese.
The two catholic high schools that I got thrown out of were bad but were nothing compared to our elementary school.
Okaaaaaay.....rant over.
...I could probably still diagram a sentence, if someone's knuckles depended upon it.
'i could probably still diagram a sentence, if that was what someone's knuckles depended upon.'
fify
I'm almost more horrified by the spit stains above it to the right.
How do you know it is spit?
Okaaaaaay.....rant over.
that sounds tragic, i am sorry to hear it. did this happen in austin?
I suppose subjunctive mood is fading from the language as well, or it would be "if that were".
slobake
resident ... something
I went the Catholic School in the 50's and early 60's. Not as bad as your experience but still not good. There was one nun in particular that was sadistic.The abuse went way beyond that.
One nun swung an oak pointer at my brother and hit him in the eye. Another nun swung at another of my brothers and split his lip with a ball point pen.
Another nun grabbed my wife (as a child, ..we went to the same school) so hard by her forearms that she drew blood with her fingernails and left bruises, this was for not walking quietly enough (this nun had a thing about the girls walking on tiptoes to be quiet) down the hall.
I had a priest teacher sneak up and punch me square in the back of my head for talking to the kid next to me in class, I was 13.
A nun locked a 7th grade girl classmate in a storage closet for 5 hours because the girl's uniform was not to regulation.
Meanwhile, the priests were touching some of us alter boys very inappropriately and pushing for reciprocation, we found out years later that my younger brother was molested.
The former principal priest in my high school (the year before I got there) left the school and the priesthood to marry a senior year student.
One priest got caught sleeping with one of the young nuns when my younger brother was in 8th grade, they left to get married.
I think our elementary school was the most dysfunctional in the whole diocese.
The two catholic high schools that I got thrown out of were bad but were nothing compared to our elementary school.
Okaaaaaay.....rant over.
No, a suburb of Rochester, New York.
This was 1963-1973, so a long time ago, I got expelled from two Catholic high schools and finally got to public school for junior and senior years.
If I had known how easy it was to get expelled I would have made it happen in forth grade!
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The abuse went way beyond that.
One nun swung an oak pointer at my brother and hit him in the eye. Another nun swung at another of my brothers and split his lip with a ball point pen.
Another nun grabbed my wife (as a child, ..we went to the same school) so hard by her forearms that she drew blood with her fingernails and left bruises, this was for not walking quietly enough (this nun had a thing about the girls walking on tiptoes to be quiet) down the hall.
I had a priest teacher sneak up and punch me square in the back of my head for talking to the kid next to me in class, I was 13.
A nun locked a 7th grade girl classmate in a storage closet for 5 hours because the girl's uniform was not to regulation.
Meanwhile, the priests were touching some of us alter boys very inappropriately and pushing for reciprocation, we found out years later that my younger brother was molested.
The former principal priest in my high school (the year before I got there) left the school and the priesthood to marry a senior year student.
One priest got caught sleeping with one of the young nuns when my younger brother was in 8th grade, they left to get married.
I think our elementary school was the most dysfunctional in the whole diocese.
The two catholic high schools that I got thrown out of were bad but were nothing compared to our elementary school.
Okaaaaaay.....rant over.
I gots me lots of nun stories. And have heard so many I actually was considering writing a book titled Just One Story, that would be a contribution of a bunch of young Catholics stories with nuns. I could probably do it without even having anyone else's help.
I got knocked around my share physically, but the biggest nun punch I got was an emotional one.
My grandfather passed away suddenly, the first day of Easter vacation in 1970. My grandparents lived next door in an attached house, and he was just about as close to me as my father. I probably even spent more time with him, since my father worked during the day and my grandfather was retired. I was devastated. I wound up unable to complete a project we were assigned over the vacation.
On the first day back, Sister Jeane Therese asked if anyone didn't do the assignment. Everyone was terrified of her, so I was the only one. She asked me to stand up. I stood up. She asked why I hadn't done it, and I told her because my grandfather passed away, and I had a really rough time over the vacation. She started yelling at me, saying my grandfather dying had nothing to do with the assignment... she yelled for about 2 minutes (which of course felt like 45), and it was all just a blur to me. All I heard was "blrrr, bluh... bla... YOUR GRANDFATHER... bl, blub, blu, GRANDFATHER, GRANDFATHER..." and every time she said grandfather I felt my head was going to explode in tears. I kept my mouth shut, but tears rolled down my cheeks anyhow. It's actually kicking sheit up again right now writing this. Arrgh. I hated that woman. Feels like hate is even too mild a word for what I felt for her.
I was a nice, respectful, nerdy and shy kid with thick glasses. I didn't deserve a lot of the sheit she dished out, including getting smacked around badly during a fire drill once when the kid in front of me was talking. Yet another story.
Anyhow... got go throw my clothes in the dryer.
Oh yeah... I have excellent penmanship.
