Cmoneyspinner
At age 8, my mother made a major decision to enroll me in Catholic school. She truly believed that, in our neighborhood, the Catholic schools were the best! She was very determined for me to get a good education. We were not Catholics but that didn’t matter to my mom. I was 8 years old. Should it have mattered to me? I don’t know. What I do know is that it was the first time in my life I had ever seen a nun. Women who wore clothing that covered them completely from head to toe. Women who were really smart! Excellent teachers. Every one of them!
As time went on the “nun’s habit” or the clothing they wore began to change. The hemline of their dresses was below the knee instead of around the ankles. They could show a little bit of their hair, even though their head was still covered. Etc. What the sisters wore made no difference to me. It was a brand new school and I was terrified. My first meeting with my fully-robed 5th-grade teacher, Sister Clariece, left a lasting impression. You could not see her hair at all. But she had this sweet kind face and her facial features were even more noticeable because her face was framed by the white cloth that was a part of her head covering. She smiled, welcomed me to the class, and made me feel completely at ease on my very first day. I will never forget her.
