I'm in the middle of reading Bill O'Reilly's latest book, A Bold Fresh Piece of Humanity. Although I'm a bit older than he, we had the same type of background and education. He had 16 years of Catholic school education, the first 8 years with the nuns.
While reading, I could see the same scenario playing out in my own Catholic school with the nuns and their battles or set-to's with the boys. Of course, the girls never did anything wrong, the boys on the other hand bore the brunt of the discipline.
The discipline, or maybe it was the sense of responsibility instilled in us, allowed us to learn even though there were 60 children in a class with one nun and no assistants.
I am enjoying this book immensely. Some parts bring me back to my own childhood in Queens and the freedom that we had. Summers were a time to enjoy at our own pace, we had no schedules. Ah, the good old days. The lazy, hazy days of summer.
If you get a chance, read this book. It is particularly enjoyable for anyone who came from a blue collar working neighborhood and had the opportunity to attend Catholic school and be exposed to the nuns. What a wonderful education I had.
Now I have to get back to my book.