Back in the day, the nuns that taught me in school would not be caught dead stealing cash, though more than several were often in the cups here and there, and would give you quite a good thrashing when they divined that it was time to pay for your “sins”.
Had one 200 pound Polish nun ram my head into the blackboard in sixth grade which left a dent we all gazed upon as a warning for the rest of the school year. Must say I straightened up and became an A student as long as I stayed in religious school. So there’s that:)
I went to Catholic schools, back in the day. I was a real wise ass. After getting whacked over the knuckles with the steel ruler Sister Rita James told me something I’ve never forgotten. ‘’Young man’’, she said ‘’Never discount the spiritually transforming experience of pain’’.