When I was a little kid my Father was stationed at Malmstrom AFB in Great Falls, Montana.
My parents enrolled my older sister and me in Ursuline Academy. It was a Catholic school.
It was scary.
Seriously, totally scary.
First of all the nuns wore wimples and habits. ... and, trust me, there was no singing and dancing like in this movie...
I remember the chapel being beautiful......but I also remember my bony, little knees feeling like they were breaking.
There was a small room (I couldn't find a picture) at the top of a bunch of stairs where we went to pay our respects to deceased Nuns and Priests. We had to file quietly in and kiss their hand and then file quietly out. And it always, always terrified me. Their hands were gray and frozen like clay. It always made me feel sick to my stomach.
There was a fifth floor art studio that was light and bright and full of air where we learned to do watercolors... ... but in that light and airy place, I also learned that rulers across bony, little knuckles really, really hurt.
I remember a lot of rulers at Ursuline Academy. I got rapped with rulers because I talked too much. Wiggled too much. Wondered too much. Asked wayyyy too many questions. And was told I had an "out of control" imagination. When the letter "U" came up this week I thought of Ursuline Academy immediately.
I read that it is now a museum and you can take a historical tour of the building.
But if I ever visit Great Falls, I will not be taking the tour.
Because I still talk too much. Wiggle too much. Wonder too much. I still ask wayyyy too many questions AND my imagination is still out of control.
And I think I would be afraid, deep down, that there would still be a whole drawer of rulers somewhere with my name on them.
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