I endured 12 years of Catholic School Education.
Like Dry, most of the stuff revolved around the theme of
*Catholics Are Number One and Everyone Else Is Number Two.
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My educational career was lackluster and I blame myself. I was a perpetually average student ( except in religion, where I just *couldn’t seem to grasp the concept of giving a rats ass *) and I don’t think I took SAT’s or PSAT or PreSAT. I have no collective memory of it. If I did take it, I’m sure I dropped the national average.
That said, I will say that my education, or how I spent 12 years of WoolGathering, was outstanding.
Shocking?
English: I read lots of dull dull books (Moby Dick needs to be hit by a comet) contemplated poetry ( dull) and did alot of writing and speeches. ( I was the shy kid that did exceptionally well at speeches, much to everyone’s collective surprise) Every one of the books I read has come in handy in my real life. Every time it has been in a trivia related game. Because of this foundation in literature, I actually get some-to-most of Dennis Miller’s references.
Science: I have no collective memory of science except 9th grade chemistry, where my brother (already graduated from college with his degree in chem) helping me in the Chem for retards 101 class. We stayed up until 3am because the hitler youth that he was read too much into the basic instructions. Naturally the teacher suspected, and I told her too, because it was too obvious that I could know so much about something like that. That is my only memory of science.
Math * The last math class I actually took ( I graduated in 1984) was Freshman year, 1980. It was either geometry or algrebra. It was also the last time I had a nun. Sr. Mary Amnesia. All I remember about this class was that she stopped class for the entire period because someone had accidently spilled the pencil shavings from the sharpener on the floor. I just remember thinking * Yeah, I’m going to learn alot from this one…. ( IIRC, she did not teach, but punished us for the next two classes -two days-before someone finally decided to say DEAR GOD I SPILLED THE SHAVINGS. That guy is probably still in detention.
First and foremost, I suck at math. I want these words on my tombstone.
*History * My love of history did not come from the teachers I had, but they were good at teaching such a dry subject.
*Religion * One of the thrills of having religion with a bunch of stick up the butt teachers is asking questions like, " Well, when are we going to learn about the other religions?" To receive, “There are no other religions, Shirley.”