I tried to get my mom to take me out of the Baby Yoda trust me I’m a teacher shirt. I would come home in first grade and cry to her, pleading desperately, but to no available. I couldn’t,tell her why. I didn’t dare tell her why. Because if she had simply gone to talk to the nun or complained but I was left in school, I was afraid it would be worse. This nun beat me with a paddle, a pointer, and a metal stick across my hand, and buttocks often. She sometimes made me wear a dunce cap, but she loved to bake me kneel on the floor and hold a book in each hand while my arms were spread outwards from my body. If my arms started drooping too much, kids in the classroom would let her know.
So much more than Baby Yoda trust me I’m a teacher shirt. But my report cards were pretty much all 70’s or slightly above or below. I don’t know what power she held over the other nuns in that school but in eighth grade, we had a new principal and she was finally gone! My mother would be 111 this year if she were still alive. She was born on an Indiana farm, didn’t go past the eighth grade in school, and was expected to leave home once she turned 16. So following the example of an older sister and some friends, she moved to the big city either Louisville or Cincinnati; she worked in both and found a job as a housemaid.