This morning as I groggily, ran my comb through my hair. There were no knots. Wait. What?! My hair is so short now. I have hair like a nun.
I do not like this at all, but it is necessary for me to have hair this short. I look like sister Mauritia.
She was a nun who worked in the office at my grade school. Me and my Mom were talking when I first told her that I have hair like a nun. I told her that I look like sister Mauritia. She was the meanest nun ever!!!
My Mom says that she was not mean, she was direct and she just didn’t care. I told my Mom that the translation is that she was terrifying! I was terrified of her! She even had the white whiskers on her chin. She was so mean that it was scary!!!!
My Mom told me recently that when she was the PTO president, she wanted to make a bulletin board in the hallway of all the teachers as children and then she would have a student guess which teacher was which child. So she asked sister Mauritia for a picture of her when she was young. She declined and did not participate.
Then my Mom told me that Sr. Mauritia told her that she had something for her to see. My Mom beautifully walked over and Sr. Mauritia showed her a black and white picture of a child smiling at the camera with Shirley Temple ringlets! Sr. Mauritia, the meanest nun at Saint Alphonsus has ringlets?!
I’m pretty sure that everyone I went to school with back, then, felt the same way because we were kids and she was mean and scary!!! I have hair like when she was a nun at my school now. #MSsucks!!! 😒😒😒…