Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
School Yard Humour
I think that I've already mentioned that I attended St. Cecilia's South Camberwell during the time that it was run by the Sisters of St Joseph (who were pretty good actually).
I used to occasionally wander up to Sister Irene or Sister Jean and say (but never Miss McPartland or the young Prep teacher whose name escapes me (Miss Cullen?) but who I had a crush on (and used to visit her at her home and say "Sorry, Miss. I can see your petticoat!") 'cos it wasn't fair to lay this on the lay teachers) "Tickle your arse with a feather" and then they'd say "What did you say young man" and I'd say what I said and they'd say what they said for about as long as I thought I could milk this for and then I'd say "I'm sorry Sister, I said "Particularly nasty weather".
Heck, it amused me from grades 4 through 6.
I used to occasionally wander up to Sister Irene or Sister Jean and say (but never Miss McPartland or the young Prep teacher whose name escapes me (Miss Cullen?) but who I had a crush on (and used to visit her at her home and say "Sorry, Miss. I can see your petticoat!") 'cos it wasn't fair to lay this on the lay teachers) "Tickle your arse with a feather" and then they'd say "What did you say young man" and I'd say what I said and they'd say what they said for about as long as I thought I could milk this for and then I'd say "I'm sorry Sister, I said "Particularly nasty weather".
Heck, it amused me from grades 4 through 6.
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