As I stepped through the door in the main lobby, the memories flooded through me. The doorway right of center was/is the boy's bathroom. Periodically being somewhat precocious as a child, I was caught manipulating a faucet head to spray another student. Sister Juliet, the most-feared of the resident teaching nuns, walked up to me and forcefully grabbed my cheeks between the fore fingers and thumbs of her hands... and shook some painful discipline into me...

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