So many of you wondered what became of Tommy Decker.
Since I couldn't find him on Facebook I can only assume that he is in jail.
Trust me people, he did not love me. He was awful.
Sullygirl wanted to know if the slapping incident occurred before or after the Cabbage Patch Kid doll incident.
Oh Sullygirl, the memories you stir. If any of you were alive in 1983 you remember that Cabbage Patch Kids were the doll to have. I had about twelve. Don't judge me.
Anyway, one of my favorites was a little bald boy doll and I brought him to school. I think it was seventh grade, but I could be wrong, it might have been eighth grade.
Bringing him to school was a dumb idea because there is nothing like a highly collectible and sought after baby doll to trigger the "must break" gene in twelve year old boys.
Chuck was a boy in our class who had stayed back at least sixteen times. He was huge. His voice had changed and he was menacing. He probably had his own apartment and drove a Buick. I steered clear of him whenever possible, but in a class with only fourteen kids this was not always possible.
The day I brought in my doll I might as well as put a bulls eye on him because Chuck immediately gravitated towards it, grabbed it by its feet and slammed its face against the black board.
His poor little plastic face had black board skid marks and a permanent dent.
Of course there were no nuns around to witness it and punish him appropriately.
Catholic school broke my baby.
I was chatting with my mom on the phone tonight about good old Queen of Peace. This conversation triggered a memory of the music teacher. Well, at least he was the music teacher until it was discovered that he worshiped Satan. This teacher also explained to my brother's third grade class that boys were castrated so that their voices wouldn't change and they could sing choir. My brother came home in tears terrified for his little manhood.
Catholic school and the Cabbage Patch doll. Catholic School and the Satan Worshiper.
Let's just call these Exhibits B and C.