Have realized more than a few times, how lucky I was to have been taught in a parochial Catholic school system.
From the age of five in kindergarten, the Sisters of Mercy taught us reading, writing and arithmetic but also pride in being an American youth...encouraging us in Boy Scouts, etc..
Then the Franciscans and Jesuits took over.
Thankfully, by the time they got me, I was a Barry Goldwater enthusiast.
Strangely, the most effective English teacher was a lay teacher. A flamboyant queen of a man named Mr. Driscoll.
If you turned in any papers with 'promise', he would ride your ass (figuratively, of course) There were no C or B students.
Either an A, or you were taking shop the next year.
