“Keep your eyes forward, Mr. Laydon,” the nuns used to say back when I was in grammar school. Once you heard this, you didn’t dare look anywhere else.
Boy, were we afraid of those nuns. They used to tell us that our parents signed a paper that gave them permission to hit us if we were bad. I don’t know if it was true or not but every once in a while we would get a whack from a ruler and we sure didn’t run to our parents crying because we probably would have gotten another one when we got home. Ahh… the good old days!
How was I, just a mere child with raw knuckles, to know back then that those nuns were, probably unknowingly, giving me some pretty good life advice?
