I know all remember Sister Mildred, who in her advanced years was responsible for guarding the horde in study halls. Sister Mildred had a set of ill fitting false teeth that tended to "clack" on a fairly regular basis. Of course this was something sent by God to entertain the students in the room at the time. So after her customary passing of the "missionary collection box" it was time to count the "clacks". Sister Mildred also had a problem keeping the new style vail straight on her head which was another topic that crass young students would focus upon. So there was always some moronic mocking going on under someone breath in a attempt to make levity at the expense of a no doubt good woman.
One day, Bill Boyd had something to say that struck me as comical and we both were laughing when we were struck by the Sisters of Charity's secret weapon. The little Ninja Nun who taught Chemistry and was trained in the ancient art of slapping the living $%%# out of any student she focused on. She utilizing the stealth technology of movement taught to every novice nun, managed to get in the back door of the class room and maneuver into position behind her targets, Boyd and myself, and strike without making a sound. The slap marks were still on my face when I got home.
Of course Boyd and I were then the subjects of giggles, but care had to be taken not to fall victim of the same fate if Sister Ninja opted to continue her sweep of culprits.
How did the Sisters of Charity manage to be so quiet with those squeaky wooden floors with those modified combat boots their habits and Mother Superior required. They were always there before you knew it, especially if you were up to no good.
