Just because we like reminiscing and discussing the great and the evil of convent schools and not wishing to de-rail the Jodie Marsh thread 
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Sister Ann also threw a blackboard rubber at us in the 90s 
I went to a convent in Worcestershire, left after GCSEs in 1989.
The nuns used to lob blackboard rubbers at us too!
The nuns used to lob blackboard rubbers at us too!
And whacked on the hands with wooden rulers!Sister Ann also threw a blackboard rubber at us in the 90s
We had to say Hail Mary every morning and the Lord's Prayer at the end of the day and the two are ingrained in my brain 30 years later. I also know an offensive number of hymns so on the occasion I find myself in Church I can sing a scary number without the hymn book
Such life skills!
Such life skills!
We had to say Hail Mary every day but not just in English, in French too, can still recite it to this day! Je vous salut Marie... Going to a convent school made me hate religion and I was a defiant atheist until a few years ago. Going to mass what seemed like every bleeping day day at school gave me the creeps, all the reciting in unison *shudders*We had to say Hail Mary every morning and the Lord's Prayer at the end of the day and the two are ingrained in my brain 30 years later. I also know an offensive number of hymns so on the occasion I find myself in Church I can sing a scary number without the hymn book
Such life skills!
"The lord be with you"
"And also with you"
I got dragged out of mass by the French teacher for refusing to shake her hand in that bit where you shake hands with the person next to you.
The priests who came to do mass were creepy AF too.
Used to love a holy day of obligation though. A day off when you were supposed to go to multiple masses at your own church but we used to go shopping and try on all clothes in Top Shop
This has brought back some long forgotten memories!!!
We didn't have to recite Hail Mary in French but I do recall a lot of Frere Jacques
And the shakey hand bit!
Creepy priests were par for the course.
Ah c’est bon, le bon dieu!
once walked up to the blackboard and the crucifix above fell off and smashed at my feet
once walked up to the blackboard and the crucifix above fell off and smashed at my feet
Hotes! Are you a fellow convent girl, too?
Yes why are there so many SND schools those nuns are obsessed.
We had to do the Hail Mary in Irish as well. Sé do bheatha Mhuire.
My German teacher didn't bother with any of that though because she was under 50.
My German teacher didn't bother with any of that though because she was under 50.
That's because The Lord could see Tattle in your future. WARNED.Ah c’est bon, le bon dieu!
once walked up to the blackboard and the crucifix above fell off and smashed at my feet
OMG I am so pleased to see you're all Convent survivors!!!!!!!
Some of the crème de la crème of Tattle
Some of the crème de la crème of Tattle
Sister Mary was slightly over animated about the return of a saucepan to its rightful cupboard, chased me bezzie round the kitchen with it but other than that all par for the course. Had been at Catholic primary and jr so praying morning, noon and night didn’t even register.First crush was a cool (I mean I was 7) young priest. Went to Lourdes with Cardinal Nichols 1995, got a crush on him.
Still go to Mass on high days and holidays.
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Our primary was Priests who were monks, wasn’t really prepared for the range of nun madness.
On topic, reading a book by a Carmelite nun who left. Kinda fascinating.
Cloistered
Cloistered
I never came across a monk during my Convent years but I now live very close to a silent order and often see the monks out on their daily constitutionals.
*Off to Google*