My Memory of Suster Dorothy. I was in the 8th Grade. She dragged my desk up next to hers while I sat in the desk. She told me I would never amount to much and that I wasn't even very pretty. This was her final farewell and is just one memory among many of the 7th and 8th grade torture She put me through. I hope she found peace despite her cruelty to a 12 year old me. I learned God's love for me despite her relentless degradation.
