As a child, I grew up across the street from two schools that were separated only by a public pool; one Catholic and one public. As Catholics (but far from practicing), the decision as to what school I would attend was easy for my parents. And so it was, that for eight years I would wait until the morning’s last bell to race out the door and get to school. I always looked fondly back on my time at St. Francis. In my head, I felt certain that part of what I loved about attending it was the …
Only The Good Die Young
By Candace Derickx Oh Billy, lots of us Catholic girls knew that only the good died young. We just put on a show for the nuns. *insert evil grin here* Anyhoo, this song brings back memories of kilts, kneesocks and of attending a Catholic school. …
