True Story:
Senior in a Catholic HS, 1976. I am a bit of a rebel without a clue.
I push the schools dress code, "forgetting" to shave. First time, Sister Alice Joseph is stern but forgiving. Second pass, AJ is pissed.
Third time, AJ walks me down to the mens room, follows me in and produces a can of Nair. I apply as directed...I ran the math in my head: Nair or a call to my Dad, a great guy but prone to support the man (nun). If she calls my Mom, I'm doomed.
I still correspond with AJ. She cared, stood her ground and made her point.
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