Paula 
Jeesh, I thought to myself.
Sitting silent, for a slight moment, I blurted out, without being called upon. “We don’t have the right to dictate to others what their faith should be! It’s . . . it’s . . . like being a communist! We have no right to judge anyone. Why, we are no better than the Pharisees.”
“That is enough! Obviously, you haven’t listened to a word in this class. This subject is closed. And, will remained closed until the end of the school year!” yelled, Sister Mary Carol, main witch and principal of our school.
I didn’t know yet what ostracism really meant yet, no idea, that it would prove a viable mechanism; but I felt it's force upon impact. As my grades dropped for no apparent reason, the nuns turned cold and obdurate as granite; finding fault with me at every turn. Understandably, I became risky business, and my friends started to trickle away. I had become an outcast, with in short period of time.
Alienation from my little society, affected me more that I would ever let on. I thought of Rags. I thought of how brave she was and how badly she had been treated. And then, defiant, I donned the Pariah’s cloak; made from the roughly interwoven threads of martyrdom and rebellion. It occurred to me that my parents had sent me to a school for idiots. When it all came down, I couldn’t say who was dropping whom. It was just a parting of ways for me and The Catholic Church.
It was at this point that I struck up a friendship the lovely and racy, Sandy Clevenger, who was also continuing on to a public school. She was not into sports, so this enabled her to remain out of the nun’s line of fire. She was basically a “bad girl” that never got caught. According to my mother, Sandy was my demise, for she brought out the worst in me. Personally, I felt I had found my soul mate. We became even closer, for a spell, than Judy and I because we lived closer and we were in the same school. Sandy was extremely funny, and sent me into paroxysms of laughter, usually at the most inappropriate times. I found myself getting into an immense amount of trouble following her lead. She was subversive in nature and was always “setting me up,” but, I found it great high jinx, even so.
My incessant list of “Things To Do” came to an abrupt end. Instead, I just threw my clothes on the floor, left my perfume bottle in dust and gave away my religious icons away. I started cussing like a sailor, and soon enough, what took roots, was a lifelong, romance with the word “fuck.” Everything was fuck this, fuck that, fuck them and fuck
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