I went to Catholic school for grades 1-7. Sr. Rita didn’t spout lies really, but she LOVED smackin the shit out of ya. Sr. Justin, yes JUSTIN not Justine, was a mean old cranky woman who liked to run her nails on the chalkboard if we wouldnt shut up and be still right away. She told every child that they were going to hell. Hearing that in 2nd grade, I was terrifed - but then thrilled that I could finally stop behaving since I was already set to go there. Sr. Irene walked all bent over, hence her nickname “Twisted Sister”. She had a voice like a rusted gate.
Brother Nick told me the same thing that lightingtool described in my 7th grade class. He also showed us horrifyingly disgusting pics of aborted fetuses. Gave me nightmares for days.
One observation that blew my mind when I changed from private school to public. In public school, the teacher said “SHUT UP!” and the kids shut up and sat down. In Catholic shool, the teacher yelled “SHUT UP!” about 20 times, flicked the lights on and off, slammed the door, etc. 10 minutes later, class could start. I expected the “city kids” to be much more unruly.