<p>Why do we expect institutions to meet every individual need? It’s an impossible ask.</p>
<p>marite, I experienced some of that gender discrimination in 7th grade. The nun let all the girls go home early while the boys–and cheers had to stay behind and clean the classroom. Of course, the nun was bananas. When it came time for Straight A baseball tickets, she went around the room changing report cards on the spot. I distinctly remember her chasing Jim Shaughnessy around the desks because he didn’t want Straight A tickets. She also passed out the teacher’s answer sheet during tests. </p>
<p>I told my mother what was happening but she thought I was making it up! Hah!</p>
<p>We did have some fun although I was in a few spots of trouble. It was a combined class–smart 7th graders and dumb 8th graders. Funnily enough, that bananas nun is probably responsible for my professional career. She told my mother to sign me up for advanced painting classes at the city art studio.</p>
<p>Speaking of art, we LOVED art projects in our house because we had all the presentation gear and the whizz bang presentation bits. Our boys’ snazzy presentations drove those scientist parents crazy! hehe.</p>