Life With Mother Superior.
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their semimonthly get-togethers, that they either take us out of St Marks and put us in the hands of a competent psychiatrist, or let her handle us as she saw fit. This handling would, however, put us on a very strong extracurricular activity program. By extracurricular, Mother did not mean tennis, she meant extra classes. “Extra curricular,” Mary whimpered, “I can’t keep up with the just regular curricular.” “If only my mother would stay out of my life, I think I could manage better. Now we’ll
and me were left but the school had already taken on a vacation sound. An occasional footstep could be heard going up the hall or the familiar sound of the Sisters’ beads splashing back and forth, but most of the rooms had been closed up now, the windows carefully locked with the poles, and some of the Sisters had gone on to other cities that very day. Mary and I decided to prowl about a bit after lunch. We climbed to the very top floor where there were all the old music practice rooms and the
at us for the very last time. Chapter Thirteen: The Death of Abraham Lincoln Of the three faculty members who were non-nuns at St. Marks, Miss Toumey had the most glamorous department. She headed the Drama Department and represented “The Theatre.” Even though the lay teachers had all the necessary degrees to handle the student body in the definitive posts of Drama, Home Economics and Gymnasium, Mother Superior liked to think that behind every lay teacher there was a religious one watching over
our trickiest twirl—I believe it hit Mr. Gallagher. But, other than that, the Glee Club did well with the showers and bowers that bloom in the spring, and Sister Blanche, who had a melancholic streak, offered the services of the entire senior class in Sunday uniforms, to attend Armistice Day services at the cemetery. But even that could not detract from the Big Event. Our classic for the year 1940 was The Death of Abraham Lincoln. I never for a moment thought that I would land one of the truly
only one who looked forward to Mother Superior’s semiannual trip to an education convention in Chicago. I had the distinct impression that the entire faculty was just as delighted as we were to see her tall, imposing figure climb into the convent bus with her companion. By leaving town she unintentionally announced a holiday. The whole kit and convent of us responded to the festive mood. It was an emotional release for all of us, and, if Mother Superior found it stimulating to leave, we found it