When I was in Kindergarten through Second grade I attended St. Philip Neri Parish and School. There was a Sister Mary P. tall and thin who taught first grade and wore a full black habit. In Third grade we moved to St. Francis of Assisi parish and Rosary School, where Sr. M. Prudence taught, tall and thin, but wore a modified habit. I just knew they were the same person and for about three years I was confused as all get out about it lol. They looked just alike and sounded just alike. LOL
In fifth grade we had Sr. Cathel, who was known for her sterness and her accuracy with a chalk filled eraser. It was a true mark of shame to have yellow chalk dust on your uniform, because you were talking or passing a note and she caught you. I tried to stay under the radar, but one day she said, Miss Norwood, one would think by fifth grade one would know how to spell their name? I know how to spell my name, I retorted, highly offended that she would suggest I didn't. Really? she says, and how would you spell your name? I am getting more indignant and spell my name. She kind of pursed her lips and held out my paper and asked and then who might Lauren Norwod be? I yanked the paper away and sure enough I had written Norwod instead of Norwood, lol, I was pretty embarrassed.
I have no true horror stories, my experiences with the nuns were on the whole pretty good. But, at St. Philip's our principal was Sr. Alice, and the older students told us that she had an electric paddle with nails in it. That she used it so often someone had gotten her an electric one to save her from having to lift the paddle all on her own she so loved to dish out the corporal punishment. Mind you as a little one, it never occurred to me to think that an electric paddle would not have been very feasible and that bodily mortification went out a long time before. Nor did anyone who actually was sent to her office ever leave it with a paddling of any form. It was enough to keep me terrified of Sr. Alice for a long time lol.