Sister Mary was a kind woman, a great teacher, dedicated to her life in the convent and passionate about the lives and welfare of her Year 5 students.
She had a simple philosophy on life, “get on with what you had to do and stop whinging.”
“Life’s simple, you get born, you grow up, you get a job, you have a family, you get old, you die,” she said to us one hot Friday afternoon.
We’d learnt not to bring stuff to school as possessions were “the devil’s distraction’ and it was her job to remove as many of those as she could. As a result the drawers of her desk were filled with the possessions of wayward children who had attempted to flaunt her rules. We didn’t get them back, after all having them confiscated was one thing, but the lecture that accompanied the loss of our possessions left us quacking in our boots.
But apart from that she was kind, in a sort of Sister Mary way.