Forgot there was one more thing
In the whole Grew Up In The 80's thing, I forgot one more item which probably applies to all of us who went to missionary schools (no jokes please) of the Catholic denomination.
We would cross ourselves whenever we heard sirens. It didn't matter if it was from a fire engine, an ambulance, a police car or any other siren sound-making device, and it probably started with some of the nuns that taught us, but effectively the entire class of 42 little girls would stop whatever they were doing at that moment and cross themselves whenever sirens were heard.
It was a minor form of superstition because to us, a siren means that someone is in trouble and could be dying. So we have to cross ourselves for their sake. One cross per siren. Which could be incredibly disruptive when you have a major incident somewhere and a police car passes by followed immediately by a fire truck and an ambulance. There's a flurry of activity and hands are whisking everywhere to touch little foreheads and shoulders and chests.
What are you all doing? Can you please stop it? Said a teacher who obviously did not share the same sensibilities.
That, and all of skipping every 13th step of every staircase that we walked down. We were not alone in this - I recall for a while some buildings actually skipped the 13th floor. They'd call it the 14th floor or something. So the buttons in the lift wouldn't have a button for 13 and people wouldn't have to feel uncomfortable with the idea of such an unlucky floor existing in their building. What a bunch of freaking oddballs we all used to be.
Plus all the ground floors used to be "G", and the first floor after that would be "1". Because G denoted that the floor was on the GROUND, whereas the first floor had to be 1 storey up.
What are you all doing? Can you please stop it? Said the Building Control Authority.
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You Catholics. You're all driving me crazy here at DU. We don't have benches in the halls, we have old pews. We don't have parties, we have sisters living on campus. On just-another-Wednesday I yelled -- what I thought was a favor -- to a classmate in the library about the smudge she had on her forehead.
"Honey, it's Ash Wednesday," she replied. I managed to slink away as the sisters looked on.
Sorry sorry .... everytime I read what you just wrote, I have to genuflect.
it's not Ground, it's Gee-ro.
i laughed out loud when i read this. i went to Marymount Convent School (now Marymount Convent PRIMARY school only) and your post reminded me of the good old days when paint was peeling off the walls of that beautiful old school and us girls sneaked into the back gardens to pluck papayas off the trees.
at the back of the school there was a hostel type building where troubled girls could live for a while when they attended counselling, and a classmate of mine let on that the nuns always checked first thing to see if they (the girls) were wearing panties before they left for school.
we always had regular masses where the priest in attendance was an instant celebrity, being the only male in the house. and Sister Charlotte always made it a point to loudly and visibly separate the baptised catholic girls from those that weren't. just so they couldn't receive communion. the thing was half the girls didn't even know if they were baptised or not. so they all just sat on the good side anyways if it meant being able to eat something during that never-ending hour.
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OMG. I was from the schools of the Catholic denomination too. I remember attending mass only when I did not have homework to copy. Oh and I never EVER skip the pre-exam mass. Never.
pre-exam mass! soooo many memories.
My Chinese tuition teacher used the pre-exam masses as an example of "Ling Shi Bai Tou Fo Jiao" (Clinging to Bhudda's leg at the last minute, or something like that). I was not amused - jokes like that will only dilute the luck.
In France, ground floors are numbered "0". Eminently sensible, n'est ce pas?
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CROSS yourselves?????
That's really a new one for me ... can just imagine if you gals were in south central LA .... you'd be like ALL CROSSED out by recess time!
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