On nuns at my Catholic grade school:

I know what a nun’s hair looks like under her habit. I know the peculiarity of seeing a woman who has spent 20+ years wearing nothing but a habit in public suddenly shopping for “plain” clothes. I have lied to a nun. I have had a nun tell me that me that she shared my liberal thoughts on Catholicism and that sometimes you have to pick and choose what works for you. I have seen a nun play kickball in full habit. I have been in the same school with a nun for seven years and never learned her name – referring to her only as Sister Mary Lunchroom. I have thought about what the prettiest nun name to have would be – Sister Mary Theresa. I have thought Sister Mary Claire was awesome.

On nuns at my Catholic high school:

I have had a nun ask me for more information on STDs. I have had a nun teach me about sex ed. I have seen a nun in black beat up chucks and blue jeans. A nun has showed me her tattoo. I have cried in front of a nun. I have had a nun teach me how to curtsy – dip low Ladies. I have had a nun tell me how to cross my legs – at the ankles Ladies. I have had a nun tell me what color panties to wear under a white dress – white or flesh colored, because Ladies, we don’t want to show the world what you have to offer. I have seen a nun color inside the lines. I have tricked a nun to believe that I was a member of a cult. I have ducked out of site of a nun to avoid detention.