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What they don't tell you about Catholic boarding school

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Boarding School

School? Tsk...Tsk...Tsk. What a spectacle.

I hear the bell chiming already- ding...ding...ding

Then sick and scowled, we'd walk right to were we were meant to be. "Meant to be". Heart pounding 'cos if we were late!? Or in the wrong place or mixed up the wrong dates!? No...no...

no that was trouble. "The bell is the voice of God" The priest(s) would say, each day, "and when it rings you must obey" A bell? I thought, the voice of God? I chuckled.

I remember the shadows of the seminarians watching.

The irate stare and feign smile. Weren't these men of God!? They came in new and good, but give them a day or two and...and my God!!!

There were rumors of bizarre things that happened behind closed doors, no one "saw", but walls. I know someone was there. Had to be! When the last bell rang, and the lights faded out.

People became monsters. It changes people. And it would, you too because real monsters are in the light and you too are one of them.

The mass either left you hungry and empty, guilty and filthy or just feeling good about yourself for no good reason because some preacher said: "Hark, all worries will be left behind,

and all disappoint too, will be gone forever..." It was the same thing, day in and day out. One man's crime was all mens'.

And our tongue just clung to our mouth because who would dare raise a finger in anger to a priest? God's delegate. There were rumors.

There were rumors no one would admit they saw until dusk when the light-out hour came and we streaked together muffle and scoffled about everything.

It was either that or we tried, however, we could to get food. Some even looted goods, black and white was the code and we hid it safe as gold. You won't get it.

Sometimes people would go as far as...sign

Dong...dong...dong

Heavy eyed and tired. The bell snaped you from your dream back to this hellfire. And before you blinked you were in class

Then smell of dry papers and ink, sound of pens screeching and then you see.

Students hastily walking to where they are meant to be? "Meant to be!?"

Teachers, few, pretty as rose and others old and cold. All claiming they had gold to impact on us. Most times, the men, well tucked, some tall and maybe bit lanky.

The priests were like ghosts. Some went as far as saying Godly.

Their bellowing white-blue cassock whipped by, and while some would sigh, others would hush and some would rush to where they were meant to be. Meant to be.

Now ghost quiet, staring from somewhere was the priest ghost silent...

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