Pa sent us to the Convent school, the same school that Mum went to. He probably thought the nuns would make angels out of us (like they made Mum)! It was a nice school with big airy classrooms and large grounds. Every morning we would assemble in the recess area and say a prayer, then off we went to our respective classes.
One morning, I was cornered by a serious looking nun after prayers. She looked me up and down and asked, "Girl, do you pray every night?" It was a difficult question for me to answer. If I said "Yes", I would be lying. If I said "No", she would probably bombard me with a lengthy lecture as to why I should pray every night. As I was hesitating between the devil and the deep blue sea, the school bell rang - time for my class! You could say I was saved by the bell, literally. I made a quick getaway and hoped I'd never bump into her again. Well, I'll probably never make it to the pearly gates when the time comes but I hope "they" will take into account the time when I saved some ants from being trampled on by some of my schoolmates.
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