Yeah, public schools are much better????? Maybe your kids will learn something from a bunch of lazy, unionized hacks who couldn't get a real job. Or maybe they will be multicultural since public schools speak everything from Somalian to Haitian, not to mention the official language (Mexican). Or maybe they will get in a good gang or become drug addicts or proud parents at the age of 13.

I would get a bigger bathroom and put those kids in catholic schools.

Standing by for my lame comment sticker.

I wonder if Sister Josephine died a fitting death? Maybe colon cancer or a ruptured intestine. It would seem just for someone that obviously derived perverse pleasure out of torturing little girls.

Mexican is not a language. I think you mean Spanish.

Mean people suck, whether they're Catholic or secular, union or non-union, civilian or bomb-dropping, baby-killing, fascist pigs.
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Deja Poo - Because this shit's so strange, it couldn't ever have happened before.

Deja Poo, I have never bombed a baby. If you bomb the mothers enough, the babies die on their own.

Actually Mexican is a language - Just like American is a separate dilect of English.

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It's YOUR cat, YOU get his poop out of my sink!

People who are in authority go on power trips and get off on making people suffer.I went to a private school and had a principal who made you feel like a failure if you got 4 A's and a B.The person in power does not have to be nun.The person could be a boss or a coach or an umpire.Back in the day when the old coach could still pitch I would have drilled that nun with a shit fingered fastball.It sounds to me like the nun had some nasty habits.

So all those D's I got in English class where not my fault then. The teacher should have been teaching American. No wonder.

How refreshing! I refer to this grim account of what nuns can actually be like. As opposed to the Hollywood concept promulgated in many films: "Nuns Are Such Fun!" They fly, they sing, they play guitar, they direct choirs with their Vegas-act skills, they are full of risque and delightful humor, etc. Why, they're just a habit away from winning the evening gown competition in the Miss America Pageant!

This was a reality check, and I am fully sympathetic to the author.

Pulling My Pants Down For Peace, Plop and Posterity!

I think it's the absence of sex. A good "roll in the hay" would cheer them right up.

I agree Anal - a lifetime without nookie makes one grumpy.

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There's also a very famous line from Clare Booth Luce's famous play and film, "The Women."
One of the characters is a famous but unmarried author who has no illusions about her situation in life.

"I'm one of those women with frozen assets," she comments without rancor.

The sister's behavior in this article reminded me of that incisive line.

Pulling My Pants Down For Peace, Plop and Posterity!

I'm glad sister Josephine was mean to you. Kids need to have at least one person in their life who is tough on them. Otherwise they are more likely to grow up wussies.

I for one would have LOVED to have gone to that convent gone straight to her room after a nice high fiber dinner and just sit in the corner and take a nice big dump right in her room just stink up the joint so she would have to get it fumigated. Thats what she gets for treating people like that. She is an ignorant bitch and goodbye and good riddance
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Actually, American English and British English are both different dialects of the same language. So you still speak English in America, just a different regional dialect of English.

The school I went to used to be taught by nuns (fortunately not when I went there) and the nuns used to inspect the girls' underwear every morning to ensure it was the school uniform underwear. They also had guard geese to make sure no one sneaked out of the dorms at night and once lights out was called you weren't supposed to leave your room for anything, even to visit the toilet.

I've just about had it with all you people!!!

CEP, stand up, your potty mouth won't be tolerated, and NO CRYING THIS TIME, take your licks like a man!!!

Anal about Poop, how dare you wish a death on someone as committed to the LORD as me, I want you to say ten our Fathers and three Rosaries, then you can get back to studying!

Mary Queen of Scats, the word is DIALECT!!! Back to the books young "lady".

CC, do you want me to call your parents and tell them about that episode in the girls change room???? If not I suggest you keep your potty mouth shut!

OHHHHHH The Big Wiper, thinks he's a BIG MAN, you should be ashamed of yourself, you know better, and to think Father Smith speaks so highly of you!!!

Dung Daddy, I'm glad to see the Lord has finally touched your soul. Be a good boy and clean the blackboards at the end of the day and Sister Josephine will have a nice surprise for you! (think confiscated baseball cards).

The Thunderous!!! You will go to the office RIGHT NOW! I would punish you myself but Father Brereton said he needs to see my rectum. (I think he means see me in the rectory but you never know after he's had a few, wish me luck).

What do I get when you run out of baseball cards?

While the girls had it bad with elderly nuns, it wasn't much easier on us guys whose parents believed there was a better education and high-class student body at our K-12 parish school.
Sure the discipline was tough and the academic expectations were high Brother Bob, who did some public relations work for the archdiocese on the side, would carry a two-foot long metal pica stick (a type of print shop ruler) with him in our language arts classroom and for his supervision, which, because he was one of only a few males on the faculty, included the boys restrooms. He was known for swinging it, putting it under your chin if your head was on your desk, and using it as a cattle prod of sorts to keep order.

The boys bathroom on the second floor was ancient. The urinal was as old as the building (circa 1908)and resembled one very lengthy unit that cattle would drink out of. Some of its drains were slow, and there was plenty of rust floating around. Therefore, many of us boys peed in the toilets, although we could never get the younger ones to lift the seats first. Hence, those of us of high school age hated having to sit down and crap with very limited toilet paper, wet seats and open stalls. My dad thought the situation was unsanitary but didn't want to say anything because the principal was a very crusty nun who would be known to say, "you've told me the problem, now where's the solution?" Money for extra custodial upkeep was out of the question. My mom suggested that I put toilet paper down on the seat before sitting down. I had seen a couple of the younger boys doing that but they were called ******by Brother Bob when he would walk through with his stick, stop in each stall, and check to see if anyone of us were "lingering" or "loitering"--two sins he was bound to conquer!

One morning I was on the throne, just positioning myself to shit (I had both hands on my penis which was scraping the front of the dirty bowl and I was tucking it in) when he walked in and made a lewd remark about me "playing with myself." I was emotionally devastated, and taunted that day by some of the older boys who overheard it. My dad removed me from that school at the end of the week.

It seems like abuse of students using the facilities crosses all gender, ethnic and religious lines. The bathrooms at North High were not much cleaner, but they had privacy doors that locked and faculty that would give you the benefit of the doubt when you needed a restroom pass.

Well, I guess we have a scoop tonight here on PR. Sister Josephine, back from the dead, to harangue us with her opinions.

How's it burnin' down there, Sis? Got sunblock?

Pulling My Pants Down For Peace, Plop and Posterity!

Although I'm 20 years younger than Class of '75 who was openly accused in front of his friends with "playing with himself" in the parish school bathroom, I was also hurt by a caustic remark made by one of our younger--or so we thought more liberal--nuns. Many of us girls would sneak a drag of a cigarette (OK I'll admit it SMOKE) in the bathroom. The cigarette would be started by a girl in one stall who would take a couple of drags and then hand it off under the stall to the girl in the next stall, and then onward to the next stall... We were all legitmately on the toilet either peeing or shitting (or sometimes both I the lines had been too long during the previous class break) so we were doing both but we had to be alert as to when the cigarette would come to us and which way it was going. We had to be real discreet about it because, like at Sister Josephine's school, the stall doors had no locks and it was not unusual for our favorite nun, Sister Helen, to come in for a spot-check. She would often come in from the alternative entrance (a little-used door from the K-8 wing), obviously smell smoke, abruptly open doors on us and expose us with our skirts and panties down (one day my friend Marcie had just wiped after a shit and proudly held up a specimen nicely mounted on toilet paper that caused Sister to gasp!)but she was never able to find the cigarette she was obsessed with finding so she could bust somebody. One day she opened the door on me just after I completed a big shit and I had discovered their was no toilet paper roll. I showed her the roll-less dispenser and her retort was: "necessity is the mother of invention." What a sarcastic witch! Two years ago my class went back for a reunion and because drinks had been served in the courtyard, I need to pee read bad. While on the toilet, I could look down at the seat and see some of the burns we had contributed durng our years of bathroom breaks. We sometimes used to gross one another out by describing how we thought Sister Helen would look sitting vulnerable like we had to and either peeing or taking a shit. At the reunion Marcie and I opened a couple of the stall doors abruptly but we could not expose Sister Helen. She's too young to retire; we know she's out there somewhere!

It's not just a catholic school thing- and it's always amazed me how school administrators will make lots of noise about maintaining discipline, and having rules and enforcing them, when in reality they waste effort and resources "enforcing" only the bullshit rules rather than dealing with real issues. Why in the hell does student's access to the bathroom become something to be so petty and punitive about?

I've read about situations where administrators and teachers will accomodate all sorts of health issues students might have- only to declare "tough shit" when bathroom access outside of the school's assisine regulations becomes an issue.

Beyond weird rules about when one can or can't go to the bathroom, some schools will be petty and vindictive about relatively minor offenses, or even non-offenses, just because it's easier than taking action and doing more than just paying lip service to enforcing the rules that matter. In both middle school and high school I recall times where I was facing disciplinary action over bad academic performance. Never violated the real rules, but every so often teachers or administrators would get a bug up their asses about exacting "retribution" on students who might suck at a particular subject even if they were staying out of trouble in other areas.

God, Im glad they dont treat my gf like that. She goes to a catholic school. I never went to one of those hellholes, just normal school for me

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sounds like this nun was possibly a Lesian. we hear all the time about priests and little boys,maybe this was a nun and little girls...seems a little strange that this nun would open the doors when they were all exposed isnt't it?

I suspect that experiences in either parochial or secular schools are dependent upon the nature of the teachers involved. I have had some excellent teachers in the public school I attended, as well as one of the meanest bastards that ever lived.
He was a gym teacher who was of the ultra macho school of thought. He hated kids who weren't good at sports. I wasn't very adept at them as I was only half a step up from being legally blind. He used to single me out for my inability to hit a softball I couldn't see. One day he did this superslow "girlie pitch" to me, and I got lucky and hit the damn thing so hard it flew right back and mashed the asshole in the balls. It damn near killed him. That was the pinnacle of my school career.
I personally feel that cruel teachers don't make kids tough. You're free to disagree with me, but that would make you an asshole.

Yeah, yeah Sister J - I'll be sure to actually read my posts from now on to make sure they're up to your grammatical standards. :-P

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Anonymous Coward wrote: "sounds like this nun was possibly a Lesian." When I approved this comment, I was tempted to correct the spelling to Lesbian, which is what the poster intended, I'm quite sure.

But on second thought, whatever else Sister J was, she was also a Lesian (lesion), so I left as is.

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Pulling My Pants Down For Peace, Plop and Posterity!

The smoking chains, described by Patricia Marie, were pretty common among us attending the academies in the 1980s. It was a way of relieving the academic stress, bonding, and also rebelling against the administration that believed (and which at Mercy Academy) bragged in literature and the larger community about the upstanding clientele of the student body and a zero tolerance for habits such as smoking. And our group of friends proudly accomplished it all during our five minute restroom (Sister refused to allow us to say "potty")break.

Sister would have a timer around her neck for things such as timed writes and she would click it when we dismissed for breaks. Our chain activity would tie up five or six adjacent stalls and we learned early on as freshmen that we had to be ALERT, as opposed to spacing off, while we shat or peed. It was tougher on me (I deserved PE credits!)because at 5',l I didn't have the reach of my friends and I didn't dare stop my pee flow because I would suffer until the next break. And it took only one burn in my underwear to teach me that I had to drop it all the way because I had to take a drag or two and quickly flick, and there were no guarantees that all the ashes would land in the bowl. It was good that Sister's ruthless obsession with rules and punishment caused us to bond that way. That afternoon my friend Maggie reminded me to dispose of my underwear so that my mom wouldn't find the cigarette burn. Maggie also "counseled" a new girl who moved in at mid-semester and had a much larger supply of smokes than any of us could afford. The drawback was a big one: Rosemary had been taught to line the seat with toilet paper before sitting down! Not smart for two reasons: combustibility, and waste of valuable TP for the next break. She would have made our prosecution by Sister quite easy.

The Good Sister would have to borrow Lucifer's cell phone 1 800 hot stuff ext 666 to call my parents in Heaven.

CEP you have once again done something i think should be brought to peoples attention , YOU SPOKE THE TRUTH, public schools suck they are the beginning of the downfall of america most sheepeople don't see it because they are to busy worrying about themselves as far as this sister bravo for her she instilled fear and discipline in the little bastards and made them better people except for ss who i think is a very lazy unorganized whiner.

There wasn't one Sister in my Catholic school who was exceptionally brutal. We just knew that you didn't question things and that if you had habits (such as smoking, having an occasional swig of alcohol, getting pissed and cussing someone out), you had to be discreet about it and fly under the radar. A screw-up, nomatter how small, would generate attention from the administration and everyone would suffer. SIMILAR to Rosemary (nobody could be as dumb as LeNae), we all got in trouble for the sporadic smoking in the restroom because LeNae, like Rosemary, was a clean freak who put paper over the seat before sitting down for a smoke AND she would put paper hand towels in the bowl to drown out the noise of her pee or shit hitting the water and then splashing back on her. The incident that we all got punished for was when LeNae was shitting she flicked ashes between her legs into the bowl catching a couple of the paper towels on fire. She had some (I think the word was) superficial burns in her pubic area and the fire spread to the papers on the seat, eventually scortching the stall and door as well as producing enough smoke to cause the school to be evacuated and two trucks and a state arson investigator to come. LeNae was expelled immediately and our Principal and Sister Teacher started requiring the girls to leave their purses in the classroom prior to receiving bathroom permission. Also the doors were taken off seven of the eight stalls for the remainder of that school year. I have never regularly smoked (occasionally at a party!)but now at 23 I still get upset every time I see excessive paper on the floor of stalls or paper ass gaskets or tissue on the seats. Not only is it a waste of time and paper, but it made the lives of several of us hell seven years ago. Punishing ALL to make a strong statement SUCKS! It did THEN and it does NOW!

Those of us girls who are exposed and exasperated five days a week have the Rosemarys and LeNaes of the world to thank as we pee and shit often in open stalls or with doors so low only a midget is kept from invading our privacy. Too many of us wait for the end stalls (and a bit more privacy) but we have to compromise as the one minute warning bell rings. I do have to admit, though, that 15 to 20 second dumps have become my specialty, although the skidmarks on my underwear show the down-side of such holdouts. With no stall door, I know I also pee faster and so do my friends. At least one female faculty member and often our Sister walks through once each break, and will often tell us to pick up paper under our toilets, remind us to flush and to make sure we fully turn the faucets off. If we complain a stall is without toilet paper, they don't seen too concerned and sometimes will refer to the amount of waste and litter left behind. I can't wait to graduate and go off to college next year. My boyfriend can't believe the freedom on campus and he misses very little about our very regimented co-ed high school, which he has referred as a prison.

Phoenix, even though it's a few days off, jus this year I had to go head to head with the assistant principal of my son's high school for him telling me Thing One (my son) was going to be suspended if he didn't serve a detention he didn't deserve.

It was over him being late to a class he couldn't get to in time.

I went over his head and saved the day, but it was disgusting I had to do so. The assistant principal seemed determined that he was going to set thing right, so to speak, over a kid who had absolutely no record of being late to classes ever.

You're right, things happen in both private and public schools. However, as a private schoolie myself, I can tell you strait up that private schools are worse and more full of shit than any public school when it comes to creating laws and enforcing them.

Private schools don't have to abide by public laws because they're private organizations that recieve no funding from taxes or the such. Because of this, they can create bullshit just because, and it can be bad. I saw a girl with a 3.9 gpa no get into the National Honor Society because she was dating a black guy. No shit.

Nice.

Let's all hear it for catholic schools.

Yes, that's sarcasm.

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The worse teacher I ever had was my 2nd grade teacher. She went to parochial school herself, and somehow thought she could run her classroom like one. Absolutely horrible. It's one thing to protect children, it's totally inappropriate to over-manage them.

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As a single mom who works close to 60 hours a week to finance private school education for my daughter, 14, and son, 12, Shittin' Scared rings awful close to home for me. Three times in the past two weeks I have been late to log-in at work because of a Sister Josephine-esque problem: toilet-policy at her high school! She wakes up a 5 a.m. and the early rise has helped her somedays to have her bowel movement before we leave. Other days, we cut it real close because she sits down as I'm pulling the car out downstairs for one last try before I have to drop her off on my 45-minute drive to work. The problems:

1) The students are locked out the building (unless they have an activities card) until 10 minutes before class.

2) There is one FIVE minute break in the morning and another at mid-afternoon. Other trips to the bathroom are counts against you for honor card status.

3) While most stalls (she says about 8 out 10 in her wing) have doors, they are only half-high, and many have had the latches romoved.

4) She doesn't consider her 25-minute lunch break a good time to pee because it would entail another crowded wait, after she has already endured the line to get her food.

5) While most stalls have toilet seat covers, she says few girls use them due to time
and the "pick-up-after-yourselves" threats from the faculty.

6) Students, unless they are in a sport, are given only 10-minutes to vacate the building after school. There have been times when she's wait for me in the lobby and had to walk a block down the street to use the Shell station bathroom.

The academics are excellent but the fear, intimidation and "holding it" mentality of the Sister Josephine's remains a valid concern.

The whole Catholic religion is based on shame and guilt, do you think they would teach anything other than that? Catholics, at least the ones I've met ( I worked for St Vincent DePaul, a huge Catholic charity) are the most fucked up individuals I have ever seen, apologist to the core, for things they aren't even responsible for. They are the anti-Muslim extremists. Put those two groups together and watch the fun!!!

Please,Poop for Peace is coming soon.Sister Catherine must be forgiven.She did not know what she did.She was just trying to establish poop schedules.Rememder My Sermon on the Mount.Blessed are the poop makers.

I was raised in the midwest, attended a parish school K-12, am now a senior at an Arizona university, and practice teach at one of the largest co-ed parish high schools in the state.
While the rules remain strict here, there doesn't seem to be the rebellion from the girls that my classmates had toward Sister Helen, who was just as much of a bastard as Sister Josephine. Much of the talk among us in the bathrooms was, of course, boys and how much we hated Sister Helen (who also was a decade or more past retirement age!) and very out-of-touch with our lives and feelings. Most unfair, I felt, was that the LAST person out of the bathroom got harassed and put-down as being "slow" and not a "team-player". It was me on some occasions because no matter how hard I tried (and sometimes cried) I couldn't get my urine flow going as fast as many of my classmates. "We have 29 done and accounted for and Miss Kay's still working on it". The middle finger on my right hand sure got a workout from stool level!
However, at my school in Arizona I'm finding the girls are more accepting of the school rules. There's almost no smoking in the bathrooms, and when I'm in there unknown to the others having my morning stool, I don't hear the crude language that I became accustomed to (and, yes, I DID contribute to it!) The girls do a much better job picking up after themselves and most of the girls properly use and dispose of the toliet seat tissues available. YEH!
I realize that I'm still learning and have a lot more to learn. However, I feel school bathrooms reflect student perceptions of the school climate and how they feel about themselves. If the walls could talk, the Sister Josephines and Sister Helens of the world would get one bitter and brutal "lesson"!

"We have 29 done and accounted for and Miss Kay's still working on it" is a horrible thing for a nun to say to a child who is doing her best to pee on a bathroom break. Sister Helen was lucky Krista only struck back with a finger (although from behind the door--it would have been nice if you had opened it and flipped off in front of the 29 others).
Marcie, in Patricia Marie's posting, had the right idea when the nun apparently opened the stall door to see if she was being productive and Marcie had just wiped and held up the shit-laden toilet paper for the sister to "gasp" on.
My years in a parish school and then a co-ed catholic high school really jaded me. I just wasn't good with the open stalls, having older guys standing ready for the toilet, and watching me struggle to produce. Brother Bob would walk through, hear some complaints about how the guys weren't going to get back to class within the allotted 5 minutes, and make remarks like "Mr. Smith--I see you have your pants down. You must be making good progress today!" Once, I paused to wipe quite a bit of urine off the seat before sitting down, when an upperclassman pushed me aside and took my stall for a shit. He was on the football team and pretty much got what he wanted and when he wanted it.
I wish there had been camera phone back then because I walked in the boys room one morning before school to blow my nose and there was Brother Bob vulnerable as hell taking a shit. He had some really gross looking boxers all the way down to the floor and his organ was hanging on the front of the bowl. My dad had taught me to tuck mine in back in elementary school. As I went through the paper towels in blowing my nose I thought of some nice retributive statements I could make to the ******* but I needed to graduate and didn't want to be homeless (my parents swore by him and his "focus").

That nun and your experience sounds brutal. My first thought was, "How could she be so rigid in the rules to think that nature should adhere to arbitrary guidelines?" and then I thought, "Doesn't all that "godliness" and "cleanliness" crap go to the extreme in such an organized religious setting?" While I sympathize with having a large Catholic family that bathroom time is limited-- so should those who expound that life!!!! (ya know, every sperm is sacred and all that)

Butt, most importantly, I am left with the notion that this sister (in name only, not the true meaning of the label) could, if needed be, skip off her merry way next door to take an emergency dump at the home-base convent and still be back in time to let the girls made to wait in all sorts of weather just to be let into the school.

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'Hey that sounds pretty nasty, how about a courtesy flush over there?' (AP1)

Krista Kay brings up a good point: are their differences based on geography regarding the way students are treated, restroom upkeep, and the level of respect shown? There's an interesting sociological concept of a student teacher (probably not that well known to the girls) being among the first using the bathroom at school and what she hears at stall-level. Love the "middle finger from my right hand sure got a workout from stool level" remembrances! Are southerners cleaner and more respectful, as a group, when dealing with authority figures and using bathrooms away from home?

It wasn't school itself that bothered me, it was the principal of the thing.

I was nine and in fourth grade when I first felt the nun at my school went too far. Sister Faye was only in her 40s but she was very threatening and even the slightest slight would set her off. One day I had a small nose bleed so on restroom break I went into a stall, pulled off some toilet paper and was exiting when Sister Faye came around the corner and spotted me and the swinging stall door. "Are my ears deceiving me? I didn't hear you flush," she said sternly. She opened the stall door, gasped when she saw a full stool of shit and some droppings of pee on the black seat. She immediately came to the sink where I was washing my hands, grabbed me by the sweater, and pulled me back in their to do two things: 1) flush my shit; 2) clean the pee off the seat; 3) apologize for not following through and not taking responsibility for my actions

It brought tears to my eyes watching (and hoping the toilet was not stopped up)someone else's shit go down, and on top of that, being blamed for peeing on the seat. I reluctantly took some toilet paper and wiped the seat off, while Sister Faye watched and nagged me ("Someday you're going to have a house of your own and I don't know how you're gonna be able to keep it clean"). I was also concerned about other students nearby hearing the scolding and actually thinking I was dumb enough to make such a mistake and then having her take out her anger on the rest of the class. Most tried not to do anything to set her off because she would go ballistic!

For example, one girl in my class had to pee real bad. She went into the handicapped stall, dropped the seat real fast just as she was sitting down but made too much noise and Sister Faye walked up to her stall, opened the door on her (how embarrasing can you get) and forced her to stand up just as she was starting to pee, and demonstrate how the seat could be lowered "slowly and quietly". She was also made to vacate the stall because she wasn't handicapped.

The fear factor was great. I had at least three friends that wouldn't use the bathroom in front of Sister Faye. They feared they would do something wrong, get put down in front of the other classmembers, and everybody would be punished for the "mistake" they were alleged to have made. Loss of bathroom privileges was frequently the punishment and the actions of a few resulted in restrictions on everyone else.

I remember when Sister Faye was hospitalized for surgery for two weeks. Our substitute, a young teacher just finishing college, wasn't very assertive and some of the things we did got out of hand occasionally. Most importantly, though, we enjoyed ourselves.

Oh, Lousy! How we've missed you! +1.
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Wow, I was hoping I would find one website where I could have a goodtime and not worry about hatred. for starters, Thank you C everett poop I myself went to Catholic School for Eight years and then Unfortunately, a public high school and let me say after eight years I was shocked once in public school I was greeted with Hatred, namecalling, antagonism, sexism, racism and every other bad ism you can think of I am obese so all of a sudden I was no longer just another student I was the fat kid friendships were suddenly few and far between and I became severely depressed because I was no longer with all my friends who were with me for eight years. my grades fell because growing up I was lucky to have a strict Nun watching over me to keep me on task no one cared in high school. I read at an 11th grade level in third grade thanks to Catholic school but in High school I wanted to blow my brains out all over my desk because the students were all reading like second graders I am not bragging but the classwork was simple but, I was lazy and my grades suffered I no longer had the one on one help of the Nuns and to everyone who hates catholics and has biased opinions here is a little food for thought, .05 percent (half of one percent) of all Priests did bad things with Children one percent of all other Christian denominations did bad things but, if you are a lawyer looking for a big cash win who do you go for the Bible thumping chapel down the street with 2,000 dollars to their name or the big Catholic ArchDiocese that has 1,000,000 dollars for the upkeep of 20 or more parishes? you go where the money is. The Priest of my parish was a guideing force throughout my young life he was everything a Priest should be and then one day the police came and said someone accused him of doing something to them when they were young then when the court ordered the man and my priest to come to court to see about charges the man never showed up. he was found at home shooting up heroin turns out he was never catholic, had never met my priest and my priest would have been 16 years old and not even a Priest yet when he supposedly molested the druggie. although all charges were dropped my Priest's good name had already been dragged through the mud. so thank you for the anti Catholic comments they hurt a little less every time you say them. in closing, I am a 22 year old Heterosexual (i like girls) male and I have since received my own calling to the Priesthood I think molesting children is horrible, I will stive every day to do for others and be kind, I will live with my heart. I also don't care what you think of me I know I will be a Priest one day and I will try to be the best I can. I am truly sorry if you still hate me and my kind. and I truly pity you for carrying hatred in your hearts. thank you for ruining another website with Discrimination and closed mindedness P.S to the owner of the website, could you at least remove the hate speech comments? I am sorry if this Nun in this story was not a good Nun but,Can you Hate Mother Teresa? is she horrible? Or John Paul II? as I recall they were two of the Kindest Loving Humanitarians EVER!

I am appalled that children in private schools would be treated with such indignity as being able to use the restroom privately!

As a parent I would be outraged that my child would be subjected to having faculty members able to view them sitting on the toilet. I cannot imagine a possible good reason that would change my stance on that matter.

It is such a vulnerable place to be... pants down, bits exposed, and doing nature's business. There just seems like there is something inherently wrong about this...

I went to public schools my entire life, and when people talk about how crummy they are, it bothers me. They educate on all levels from those who are reading and working well below their grade level through honors students. I was in honors classes all through, and I am quite satisfied with my level of education and qualifications of the faculty.

But I digress...

To think that anyone can attempt to regulate when and how much time is allowed to be spent in the restroom doing ones business is absurd.

When you gotta go, you gotta go... so to speak. Especially so for children.

I would have peed all over the classrooms if that's what I would have had to deal with growing up... good grief.

Public or private--it just doesn't matter! I'm a public school graduate (large school of 3,000-plus)and I student taught in a parish school, spent three years there as a faculty member, got married and started a family, and now I'm back part-time in a public high school.

Girls bathrooms need to be closely monitored so they don't become hangouts. I don't know how many times when I was in high school and I needed to pee real bad I would stand in line and wait and wait, despite long lines of toilets, for someone to vacate a stall and not hear any activity such as a tinkle or a fart from many of the stalls. Often when the stall opened, there was no flushing...no need to, nothing to flush. A restroom pass was just a ticket out of class and a validation to be off task! In some of the restrooms--especially those off the beaten path--the smoking was horrendous. My first poop my freshman year resulted in me sitting on someone's hot ashes. Many times the toilet paper rolls would have burn holes large enough for you to get mess on your hand.

When I was student teaching, I would use the student bathroom a couple doors down from my room because the faculty bathroom was a half block down near the entry to the convent. On at least two occasions I went back to my room and prepared an Out-of-Order sign which I put on a stall door because girls were peeing in toilets and onto paperback books which had been dumped in. One girl who was pretty obnoxious for 13 remarked that would be an ideal situation: "an opportunity to shit without getting splashed!"

The situation hasn't gotten any better over the last 15 years. My current principal has mentioned widespread misuse of school facilities in faculty meetings and has even started an "ownership initiative" with the Student Council to try and get them to help monitor the situation. I have a boy in my second hour geography class who walks two blocks home to crap and will take an unexcused tardy rather than use the stools at school (he says boys pee over the seats and having to wipe it off just grosses him out). He also doesn't like the open stalls, which my son who is in elementary school, says are the norm.

We have lots of visitors in our building--especially parents and patrons for athletic contests but they use of set of more modern and otherwise pristine and little used facility set off by a gate from the rest of the building. If they would be forced to use the mainstream bathrooms, it would be eye-opening for them but not the public relations image our district wants to project.

Student privacy needs respect but faculty and administration need tools to better supervise those who will abuse the privilege of leaving class and the right to properly use the facilities. At least in the short term, I don't see the students ratting out the violators.

I'm 15. I tend to agree with much of what Reality Bites says. In K-8 I was at a parish school and as a freshman last fall my parents switched me to public. In both places, the bathrooms suck and steadily get worse later in the day. In the past few months I've gotten use to wiping off the seat before sitting down---droppings of urine, occasional smeared shit toward the front of the seat, and something that hasn't been mentioned--graffiti big time including the names of guys who want oral sex. One day last week I was completly repulsed while peeing when I looked up and the largest part of the inside of the door was a marker drawing/etching of the male organ.

I know us girls need to do a better job of keeping the bathrooms clean BUT I think many of us just accept the conditions and try and get in and out of the stalls as fast as we can. My mom has offered to buy me small packages of toilet seat covers at Walgreens, but she says the conditions of the school bathrooms mirror those of many other public places. I have to pee or poop at least once a day at school. I just wish there was more supervision by faculty and that the students making the mess could be caught. My older brother said stall doors in the past two months have been taken off in the boys bathrooms and he misses his privacy. I don't, however, see that happening in the girls bathrooms. However, the toilets and stalls take a lot of abuse. I think I'm going to take mom up on the toilet seat covers!

I was born in Georgia and moved to Chicago this year because my dad got transferred. Krista Kay and Social Science Major seem to raise an interesting question: Are southerners cleaner, and more respectful as a group, when dealing with authority figures and using public bathrooms?

From my experience, as a 16-year-old female, I say yes. I was always taught to flush when I was done--even when I was constipated and had not contributed anything to the bowl, I still flushed. I almost always used a toilet seat protector and I always scooted it into the bowl when I was done. They're not offered at my new school and I notice that many of the girls think nothing of sitting directly on the seat, and worse of all, they leave the stall without flushing. When I'm at the sinks washing my hands, several head directly from the stalls to the door without stopping to wash. Teachers occasionally drop in, especially during lunch hour to break up large congregations of girls who use the bathroom as a place to hang-out, and there are disrespectful comments made to the supervisors. "I didn't know it was against the rules to take a shit" one girl remarked to her teacher who came to check up on her because she had not followed the proper procedure and asked to be excused. Another shot back: "Do you want us to pee on your floor...."?

The attitudes and lack of cleanliness are quite eye-opening to me.

I wonder if the assholes in positions of authority in schools get away with being assholes because they know some parents will believe anyone else except their own kids when it comes to any complaints or negative remarks about their experiences at school. Sometimes when kids try to talk to their parents about assinine rules about bathroom use or other activities they'll believe the asshole teacher or administrator over the kids. Is it just me, or is it possible that a lot of the people referred to on this site as Shameful Shitters became that way because of really bizarre and punitive way they were treated as kids over something that should be hassle-free?

I have come to think that these nuns and priests feel so frustrated with their lives that they focus on controlling stupid things, like the bathroom, or who's in it, or how it's used, so they can feel like their lives are more normal.

This spirals out of control, and twenty years later you have the run of the mill catholic nightmare bathroom attendant, a person so fixated on these kids that they don't remember what kindness feels like.

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.....hugging bunnies since 1969
www.daphneszoo.com

I was taught by my parents to be respectful of those in authority. I was also taught by my parents to be respectful of school bathrooms. The cleanliness issue wasn't the foremost thing taught. Mom showed me how to put paper on the seat, and also to wipe if off it I wanted to before sitting down. I never worried about sitting down too much at school, but I did try and pick the stall up after I was done. On a few occasions when I was constipated and couldn't quite "get it to come" I went back to class after ten or fifteen minutes and told my teacher. She was understanding and encouraged me to try later that period, when I felt I was ready. I did and was able to go then. There's a lot to be said about my being taught respect for authority by my parents. Good attitude goes a long way. We were living in the Pacific Northwest then, by the way!

I grew up in the Minneapolis area and attended a co-ed catholic high school. When I had to take a shit in the morning, it wasn't that bad and it was easier to get permission to sign-out of class. After lunch and throughout the afternoon the teachers grew more skeptical that we just wanted to have an excuse to get out of class. Also, the bathrooms were dirtier and it was often necessary for me to wipe pee off the seat before I sat down. Once, I was seated in a stall after school wiping after a shit, when the dean of men came in for a inspection of the bathroom; he accused me of being in there for at least 15 minutes (I don't think it was more than 10) and he was somewhat suspicious of what I was doing. Why I don't understand BECAUSE IT WAS ON MY TIME. Sometimes when I sit to shit I stay down a little longer just to think and I don't feel there's anything wrong with it. My girlfriend, who was two years older, also had similar complaints. If you're comfortable after shitting or peeing, why can't you have some time to yourself? There most certainly isn't a line waiting!

damn, i left high school in '93 and no teacher EVER went near the students' bathrooms, nobody gave a damn how long you took either. in fact, i never saw a teacher in any crapper from jk to grade 13. these whackos must be perverts. and there should be a fine for not flushing like Taiwan!

I went to a catholic school on the Jersey shore,it was the 1960s.we were never allowed to go to the lavatory(thats what we had to call it.)during class.My mother,aunt,uncle and even my grandfather also went to this same school. I remember my grandmother telling me that a nun wouldn`t let my mom go,it was right before school was letting out for the day,and she ended up crapping herself.She got it all over her new spring coat,my granny was furious.She marched my mom over to the rectory were father lived and balled him out,the nun had to pay to have the coat cleaned.

Wonder if she ever got messed on..Rightfully so,at that.

I attended a K-8 parochial school back in the '60s that was run by an elderly nun and an equally-elderly group of sisters who basically had no lives or concept of human nature. Based on our "good behavior" (a motivational concept that I've since traced back to correctional facilities!), we could qualify for trips to the circus, zoo or even our state's capital. The latter was the easiest for them to justify because it had more public relations opportunities (having class pictures taken with elected officials) but what I remember about our 1969 trip is that we were all ordered to go to the bathroom at school before we got on the school bus. We were going to be gone four hours and Sister Suzanne actually took attendance with her clip board as we left the bathroom. I was around the corner, already sitting on the steps where we were to meet when she came. Many of the other girls from our class of 25 had come out and joined the wait when Sister Suzanne started yelling for me. In front of ny friends, I told her I didn't have to go and you could immediately hear from their silence that I was in trouble. She literally yanked me up by one arm and pulled me into the bathroom, shoved me into the first stall, closed the door, and told me to count to a hundred before I came out. Although I was crying and knew my friends were probably going to be upset with me for making us late and igniting the wrath of Sister Suzanne, I quickly pulled my underwear down, lifted my skirt and sat as directed and did the count-off. She stood and paced from wall to wall while I counted. Finally I did tear some toilet paper off, faked wiping and did the needless flush just to authenticate the completion of my sentence. I figured I was lucky because she didn't ask me to see what I had produced in the bowl.

I know there's a lot of us of there who feel like Marla and some of the earlier posters out there who were victimized by what Joshua called the "skeptical" teachers who would put us down and demean us simply because we wanted to exercise our basic needs to pee and crap. Like Marla, I went to a parish school and because my father was an attorney who had some flexible hours, he would help in taking our class on field trips. I think I was in about 5th grade and our "reward trip" was to go 90 minutes away by bus to a university museum. After waiting for some time for the docents to come out, I remember feeling I had to go in and crap. We were at the entrance and I could readily see the door and adults going in and coming out. Finally just after we were greeted, I raised my hand and Sister Beverly immediately turned to me and gave me that stern "you better not interrupt anything look." She initially said I couldn't go and seemed afraid to take her eyes off the speaker. At that time my dad, who was standing on her blind side, motioned for me to go. He said she was very angry and even more pissed because several of my classmates saw that she was overruled. When I came out about 5 minutes later, dad smiled, put his hand on my head and spread his left arm over my shoulder. And Sister Beverly wouldn't even acknowledge him for the rest of the trip. I remember dad telling my sometime later that he would never get another invitation to help on a field trip or even a fund-raising assignment. But that was alright by him.

Thanks for sharing your story, Chad. If your dad is still around, hug him for me and tell him "It's from daphne at Poopreport. She thinks you're a first rate dad".

To this day, I have no idea why we read about so many men and women who went into the service of God over the years who had no idea what it was like to be Christ-like. No humility, no patience, no kindness, no other concern than control.

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.....hugging bunnies since 1969
www.daphneszoo.com

I went to a K-8 parochial school and a co-ed catholic high school which provided me a nice college-prep foundation for my undergraduate and graduate degrees--both of which are from Jesuit universities. If you read the posts carefully (and I have) you will find there are numerous persons posting about breaking the rules by hanging out in the bathrooms and smoking. Throwing a door open on a student to catch a smoker, while somewhat extreme and mean-spirited, will occasionally nab you a smoker. The door was opened on me a couple of times, but the teacher apologized and explained that the smoking was getting out of hand; on one occasion, they were looking for a girl who had slipped out of class and was a perennial rebel. The next year she was expelled for putting a laxative mix into our Sister's coffee mug. If that type of thing happens to you a few times in a long teaching career, it's understandable that it would jade you.

Also, regarding the museum incident: Chad perhaps was told to go BEFORE leaving school, but just like Marla, rebelled and didn't want to do it. What would a 90-minute or so bus ride be like if there was a request every 5 or 10 minutes from another student who had to pee or poop? Students, especially at that age, need to take responsibility for some common sense things...even those things that perhaps their parents should but didn't teach them. Finally, if I had been in the situation like Chad and my mom had been one of the sponsors, I think she would have escorted me into the restroom. Especially in a large metropolitan museum, you wouldn't know what bathroom conditions would have to be encountered.

Finally, whether they are docents or government officials talking to the students, it is rude to have students whistling in and out of a group and possibly even a security issue depending on where the restrooms are. I've been a Girl Scout sponsor for several years and know that while many of the students are and will grow up to be even finer citizens, there are some who lack respect for authority and they will use field trips and even routine school procedures to "push the card." The answer, I feel, is somewhere between the hard punitive striking back and the more empathetic and problem-solving approach which can be used with more mature students.