ChaoticMusings

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I remember a Speech Day at my school, where star pupils climbed the steps and went up on stage in front of their parents and teachers to collect a prize. One of them went up to get his prize from the headmaster, and didn't understand why everyone was laughing - he would have only realised later someone had used a clothes peg to hang a condom from the tail end of his blazer.

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 Poor lad 

During lunch break, if it was too snowy/wet to go outside for rec, a couple of the nuns on duty would sometimes allow 5th and 6th Formers to go let off some steam in the Assembly Hall.

If they were in a really good mood, they’d let us fire up the sound system and get up on stage, hitch up our skirts, and do a kinda line dance to the latest hits. The nuns figured that at least was a form of exercise 😂 They just sat around, rosaries in hand, sighing and rolling their eyes at how high we dared to let our skirts go.

Obviously that never applied to the 2 holy terrors I mentioned earlier. If they had their way, our break time exercise would be prostrating ourselves in the Chapel, to repent our bottomless pit of sinful behaviour.

Digger wrote:

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Vam wrote:

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During lunch break, if it was too snowy/wet to go outside for rec, a couple of the nuns on duty would sometimes allow 5th and 6th Formers to go let off some steam in the Assembly Hall.

If they were in a really good mood, they’d let us fire up the sound system and get up on stage, hitch up our skirts, and do a kinda line dance to the latest hits. The nuns figured that at least was a form of exercise 😂 They just sat around, rosaries in hand, sighing and rolling their eyes at how high we dared to let our skirts go.

Obviously that never applied to the 2 holy terrors I mentioned earlier. If they had their way, our break time exercise would be prostrating ourselves in the Chapel, to repent our bottomless pit of sinful behaviour.

-- Edited by Vam on Sunday 10th of August 2025 03:12:36 PM

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My mum was convent educated and she said some of the nuns were truly evil.

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 😂 But I hope she has great memories of some lovely nuns, too. I do! 

We used to call my 2 veiled terrorists Mother Mary Laurel and Mother Mary Hardy, because that’s what their demonic double act looked like. One was at least 6-feet tall, and built like a Sumo wrestler and the other was very petite. But what she lacked in height and bulk, she sure made up for with unrelenting spite.

Thankfully, Reverend Mother, the headmistress, was everything a nun should be - serenely saintly and, most importantly, very forgiving! 😂

Syl wrote:

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I love these stories, with or without the nuns.

My interaction with the holy sisters is very limited, but years ago, I overtook a car at the lights (which was in my right to do so) but at the next set of lights the car drew up beside me, the window was rolled down, and the foulest of language was aimed at me. When I looked, it was 4 nuns, shouting the F word and worse ... they were really going for it.
We reckoned it must have been 4 women going to a fancy dress do, because I am sure real nuns wouldn't have swore at a complete stranger like that.

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I‘d like to think they were real nuns, makes it funnier. There’s “nuns on the run’ joke somewhere in there…

One of my teachers, Mrs Ackers, had this odd looking ear.   Rumour spread that it was a false ear.    She wore very heavy make up  so we all called her Placky Ackey 

Then there was the time myself and the same friend decided to hide beneath the stage of the assembly hall.  It serviced both the boys school and the girls, which were separate at that time, and we got stuck in there when the boys had assembly.  It was filled with old theatre costumes and props.   We were in there so long that my friend had to pee on the floor!    I was horrified as I'd rather have died than do that.   We finally managed to escape hours later.