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Catholic School Girls Wanna Have Fun

Catholic School Girls Wanna Have Fun



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Published by Suzanne de Cornelia
Sister Cabrini's pre Father-Daughter Dance drills go awry.
Sister Cabrini's pre Father-Daughter Dance drills go awry.

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Published by: Suzanne de Cornelia on Feb 19, 2010
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"This will be FUN!" Sister Cabrini says with mega-wattagegoodness that makes Hello Kitty look like a Visigoth--energizinganarchist in my fifteen-year old brain.In her front-row seat, Mary Alice Margaret stops polishing her rosary beads and shoots up her hand. "Ooo, Ooo, Sister! Let mehelp!" When Helene fingers her pearls at the neck of her French-blueuniform and whispers "F-Wad Toady" my laughter explodes likeKrakatoa. And nothing says 'Batter-Up' to a nun like untimely laughter in class."Praise Jesus we have a volunteer!' Sister exclaims. "Alright my  pretty maids march ye to the foyer in a row." 
St. Elizabeth's Girls Priory sits atop a hundred acre verdant hill,the impenetrable brick fortress of our totally hot virginity thrown up against the sky like a come-hither sigh. A windingsnake of side road slithers up to the entrance like boys sneakinga peek under your skirt.The foyer is a cavernous white marble meat-locker. At the back is a floating grand double staircase in front of a three story glass wall over-looking a lushly terraced rose garden, a not sonuanced architectural leitmotif for marching up to Heaven'sGate. But for now, Sister Cabrini has unwittingly set the stagefor Girls Gone Wild performance art.She pauses at the bottom of the staircase, young, beautiful,slim, vibrantly alive, with the pure white hands of a corpse,waiting for the record player that I roll out of the AV closet and  plug-in. Sister floats over to it in head-to-toe black habit, and selects practice music."Girls. Girls! Young ladies!" Sister says in her perfectly modulated voice. She waits another moment for quiet, and thenclaps her hands, "Alright, Enchanted Flowers of our Existence, pipe down." She runs through her spiel.Next Friday night is the Father-Daughter Dance, our fathers will wait in the foyer with corsages. Daughters will be on the second floor. As our name is called we're to descend with impeccable posture, our hands folded waist high, and our chins and eyes uplike some proud but wistful Jane Austin heroine scouring thehorizon for our next good deed. Many of us will be test-drivingour first pair of high heels down these two long flights of slippery marble stairs, which Sister insists we navigate downthe center and without looking down. In the foyer, each father will pin a corsage on his daughter, she will take his arm, and they will promenade to the dance like God meant it to be. We
are going to practice our descent so it's as sleek as lip-gloss for the night of the dance."Since Suzanne has so graciously volunteered we will start withher." "Please let the Sky God suck-me up now," I say in Helene's ear hoping she'll get the giggle and by default be made the first togo, forestalling my death by 1,000 humiliations. She's close tobursting, but needs something stronger to push her over theedge. Sister sends me up the stairs, and so help me, starts themusic, "These Foolish Things Remind Me of You," I look over thebalcony at Helene who is micro-millimeters away from splittinginternal organs."Alright Suzanne, dear. Head up. Up like a swan. Up. Up. That'sour darling girl. Eyes up. Lets see those lovely blue eyes. Handsfolded like a Virgin Saint. Alright, pause there dear at the topwhile I restart the music." She's over at the record player withher head down, so I Can-Can my skirt towards Helene who is by now biting a hole through her check. "You know girls, Suzannemeans "Lily" and doesn't she look like a graceful, fragrant Casablanca Lily." I'm thinking...just throw yourself down to bleed-out on themarble stairs or at least get a concussion to get out of this.Helene is doubled-over and poised to blow like a Yellowstonegeyser.Sister Cabrini is setting the needle on the record when the priory secretary comes out and whispers to her, "Alright Suzanne, you go ahead and demonstrate until I get back." Themusic starts.The foyer is an echo chamber and if I can get the girls laughingthey'll be heard, but I can't be seen from the school office. I 

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Yup...can see her now.....
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There's one in every crowd, isn't there (a Mary Alice Margaret, I mean!)
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Nice energy. I was confused betweens biological fathers and religious Fathers. Fathers prefer to dance with the boys.
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