Dude, I attended Catholic school until culture shock attending public school in the ninth grade.
Indelibly imprinted upon my soul is the steady, predictable, and painful rapping on the knuckles of my clenched fists, resting like such easy targets front and center on my desk. Today I believe that my large knuckles are a product of those incessant rappings by those hardwood teacher's pointers.
Also, much to my consternation, those nuns refused to call me by my "real" name - Duffy, and energetically insulted me by calling me by my legal Christian name Matthew. This was very hard on me believe it or not because I identified with my informal family, from the crib, name Duffy. Who did they think they were?
Ironically, to this day I have great respect for any nun I encounter. And I respect priests as well and have had them designated to visit me in the hospital. The priests were never abusive to me in any way and several of them I have found to be highly and liberally educated. I actually learned recently that one of the most notable Western Buddist scholars is a priest, and that they respect the beliefs of the followers and proponents of most all credible spiritual groups. The homosexual priest syndrome is a terrible travesty and abuse of power that, in my opinion, should be totally
obliterated.
But yes, those nuns could unabashedly enforce their idea of discipline.