Kip’s Saint Teresas Academy adventures….

The sisters set my classes for my Junior year, First was Math, then English, then History, then lunch, after lunch was study hall. Being a good Catholic lad I told no one of my schedule, I went home at noon for lunch and then went fishing, or riding my motorcycle until school was over, this was a great year, all through the first half anyway.

When the second half of the school started I was called into the principals office, it was a nun, I do not recall her name, after sitting in a chair in her office she said Kip, tell me your classes? I looked down like I was deep in thought, actually I knew I was busted but didn’t want to crack up, SO all serious like I said well STR I have Math, then ummm uhh then English and then uhhh ummm uhh oh ya History, then Lunch. I looked up and she said OK what is after lunch? I said UMMM uhhh lets see Math, uhh English uhhh History, Lunch and hmmm oh ya Study hall.

She prompted me about three times and I kept starting at the beginning until she musta saw my smirk, when she looked at me and said You mean to tell me you have Study Hall all afternoon? Cracking up I said Yes str. She wanted to know what I did after lunch, so being a polite Catholic kid I said, ride my motorcycle, went fishing, slept some, cruz some.

She said She would fix this. She did, after lunch my Junior year I had typing then study hall then typing, well in the last typing class of the day, I was the only student and was alone most of the time hahahaha.

Kip’s Saint Teresas Academy adventures….

My first year in Catholic school was at STA my sophomore year, for me the only difference between public school and Catholic school was wearing a uniform. I public school I was often picked on, bullied. STA was no different, I was picked on, until one day I got mad and fought back. I wasn’t any good at fighting but I resolved to learn and not get bullied anymore.

One of my fights was with a guy who was short like me (Lonnie Heister), we fought each other and was caught by Sister Dolareda and she was mad at us for fighting and wanted us to tell her “What kind of animal kicks? We don’t know Str (Short for Sister). She told us if we wanted to kick she would let us kick the plaster off the walls and re-plaster them. Lonnie and I grew to be good friends and from then on through high school we were best buds, and we learned how to fight. The first summer after I finished my Junior year at STA I fought every day all summer long because I really loved to fight.

It is interesting that learning to fight would help me in my career later in life.