One day I misbehaved in class. I talked too much. Sister Nathalie did not say anything. She simply walked towards the table which I shared with some other kids, grabbed the back of my chair, and pulled the chair briskly away from the desk, and looked at me sternly. That was enough for me. I shut up immediately.
This was a sharp contrast from what a classmate got another day. The good Sister practically slapped her around and out of the class. The poor girl was Indian. I reckon she was too dazed to even cry. I can't help but think that maybe Sister Nathalie was a bit racist.
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