My 50th Class Reunion from Grammar School

<p>I am an original baby boomer born in 1946 who attended a very strict Catholic Grammar School for nine years. Parents back in the early 50's not knowing or wanting to raise their own children made a decision to punish them into submission. Understanding came from a B.V.M. nun with a stern hand wielding a yardstick. How did we survive and how did some of us turn out?</p><p>From Kindergarten when only six year old to thirteen we made it through the tension and anxiety of attending St. Tarcissus Grammar School. The experience was intended to teach us the correct way to conduct ourselves. Do you think it made a lasting impression in the years ahead?</p><p>Education has come a long way. Did those good Sisters know what they were doing? Did our parents play a bigger role in our up-bringing? Some of my conclusions actually make sense. The hard truth is history. Our working careers are over. From the craziness of those grammar school years comes our final report card. All of us from that graduating class of 1960 are now senior citizens. Let's find out just what happened.</p><p>Planning this reunion took six months and made me think about my whole life. It made me realize that life is a struggle but happiness can be achieved if you work at it. My other committee member who was supposed to help me gave me a migraine. Would this reunion be a success or a bust? It was all on my shoulders. To be sure it is funny thought provoking and I assure you 100% true.</p>