My Convent School Story (1928) Pt. 1
I was recently in England and walked past a school for girls. This story came to me and made me so wet. I am writing in a historical voice here. What I am about to relay to you took place in my twelfth year when I was sent away to convent school: Before Mass today I went to the confessional. In truth, I had to wonder what could I have to confess; there is so little opportunity for sin. I entered the confessional, crossed myself and began to speak. Before I had even finished asking the father to bless me, and stated how long it had been since my last confession, the priest whispered to me through the grille. “What is it that you have to confess to me? Have you had licentious thoughts?” I …