March 11, 2010
Catholic School-Woman Performance Art
Catholic Schools Office. "This are going to be Enjoyable!" Sister Cabrini says with mega-wattage goodness that makes Hello Kitty appear such as Visigoth–energizing the anarchist neurons in my sixteen-year old brain.
In her front-row seat, Mary Alice Margaret stops polishing her rosary beads and shoots up her hand. "Ooo, Ooo, Sister! When Helene fingers her pearls along at the neck of her French-blue uniform and whispers "F-Wad Toady" my laughter explodes like Krakatoa. "Praise Jesus we possess a volunteer!' Sister exclaims. "Alright my quite maids march ye towards the foyer inside a row."
St. Elizabeth's Girls Priory sits atop a hundred acre verdant hill, the impenetrable brick fortress of our fully hot virginity thrown up against the sky as a come-hither sigh. A winding snake of facet road slithers up towards the entrance like boys sneaking a peek below your skirt.
The foyer is usually a cavernous white marble meat-locker. In the back can be a floating grand double staircase in front of a three story glass wall over-looking a lushly terraced rose garden, a not so nuanced architectural leitmotif for marching to as much as Heaven's Gate. But for now, Sister Cabrini has unwittingly set the stage for Girls Gone Wild performance art.
Catholic Boarding Schools. She pauses in the base on the staircase, youthful, stunning, slim, vibrantly alive, while using pure white hands to a corpse, waiting for that report player that I roll out in the AV closet and plug-in. Sister floats above to it in head-to-toe black habit, and selects practice tunes.
"Girls. Girls! Youthful females!" Sister says in her completely modulated voice. She waits an additional moment for quiet, and then claps her hands, "Alright, Enchanted Flowers of our Existence, pipe straight down." Up coming Friday night is the Father-Daughter Dance, our fathers will wait in the foyer with corsages. Daughters will be for the second floor. As our name is known as we're to descend with impeccable posture, our hands folded waist big, and our chins and eyes up like some proud but wistful Jane Austin heroine scouring the horizon for our up coming excellent deed. A lot of of us will likely be test-driving our very first pair of high heels straight down these two lengthy flights of slippery marble stairs, which Sister insists we navigate down the center and not having shopping down. Sister sends me up the stairs, and so support me, starts the tunes, "These Foolish Things Remind Me of You," I look over the balcony at Helene who's micro-millimeters away from splitting internal organs.
"Alright Suzanne, dear. Head up. Eyes up. Lets see individuals lovely blue eye. Hands folded as being a Virgin Saint. Fine, pause there dear along at the best although I restart the audio." "You know women, Suzanne signifies "Lily" and doesn't she appear such as graceful, fragrant Casablanca Lily."
Helene is doubled-over and poised to blow such as Yellowstone geyser.
Sister Cabrini is setting the needle within the report when the priory secretary arrives out and whispers to her, "Alright Suzanne, you go ahead and demonstrate until I get back." The music commences.
Catholic School Jobs. Crossing slowly from one aspect on the staircase for the other. Grabbing the stair rail seductively, posing, and shimmying at different parts towards the new music. Getting as salacious for a girl in a very Catholic school uniform can be. Lick my finger, touch it to my bottom and make a sizzling sound.
Oh yeah, they're laughing now. Helene's biting her lip off. Who does not such as flash of white cotton panties? It's Stratospheric Hilarity and Sister Cabrini is out like a shot hunting culprits and using names. I presume the Lily pose and stand innocently waiting for Helene to be pressed into practicing the waltz with Sister, who suddenly appears past me up the stairs, "Brother Bernard, do you know who started out this?" Mary Alice Margaret's hand pops up, "Ooo, Ooo, Sister, it absolutely was Suzanne and Helene. Into the office. Helene mimics a large pitched whine, "Ooo, Ooo, Sister, it had been Suzanne and Helene as typical."
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