We were talking last Wednesday night about lies and lying and liars. I was, when I was a child, a very prolific liar. The time I told about, however, was once when I told the truth - and how VERY angry it made my brother.
When I was in first grade, my brother was in fifth and we both went to St. Rita's, home of the maroon plaid uniform. I don't remember why Richard didn't want to go to school that day but he didn't and, since we walked to school together, if he played hooky, I had to play hooky.
So we did.
It's not easy to hide out in a small town when you're wearing a Catholic school uniform. We managed, mostly hanging out in creekbeds and small groves of trees. It was a very long day and I was a very whiny, demanding, obnoxious compatriot. I liked school.
Anyway, it got to be after 3:00 and we could finally go home. We did and all the way home, my guilt grew and grew and grew and my fear of eternal damnation grew and grew and grew. The first thing I did when I got home was to tell my mother what we had done.
The rest of that day was not pretty.
Facing Sister Marie Emile and the Mother Superior the next morning was not pretty.
It was, however, far prettier for me than for my brother.
I did not play hooky again while I was at that school and I graduated from 8th grade there.
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Wow
I'm surprised your brother took you with him!!!
Ahh brings back memories. I was not a liar and everyone knew if they asked I would tell them the truth. I did however play hooky in year 10 on a couple of occasions. Of course I got caught BOTH times and did not even try to lie my way out of it. I remember my mum casually asking "And where were you today young lady?" And knowing I was totally busted. That was about the extent of my rebellious streak, I just did not have it in me. LOL
*snicker* I finally got around to playing hooky twice while I was in high school. The first time, my cousin and I went for a walk instead of to class and a police officer kept driving by until we turned around and headed back to school.
The second time, I went to this big antebellum house that was right next door to the school. When I walked in, who should be sitting behind the reception desk but my Sunday school teacher from my grandmother's church.
I gave up right then and there. I was not destined to play hooky - ever.
I'm sorry that I laughed ---
I was picturing you in your little uniform in the bushes and creek beds.. and how dirty you must have gotten
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