In Catholic school, the Lord was your tried and true matchmaker.
Your school wasn't special unless its namesake was a true legend.
You knew the exact skirt length — down to the centimeter — that you could get away with.
Or you'd decide it was worth making a deal with the devil and ignore the dress code completely.
Speaking of which, you've just about had ENOUGH of this unrealistic dress code representation in the media.
You and your friends would raise hell if the rosary lasted longer than it needed to.
Or you'd fall into a daze and got lost beyond redemption.
The best part about mass was skipping class.
But there will always be that one hymn that absolutely SLAPS.
Literally anything that took up class time was WORTH. IT.
You knew everyone in your school and it was impossible to keep anything private.
Catholic school girls knew how to be prepared for every occasion.
Having to find an outfit to wear on a dress down day was truly daunting.
And your public school friends were shocked to learn you had to PAY to wear regular clothes.
You and your friends knew the Bible cover to cover.
Fun and games during class were one thing, but during Mass they were on a WHOLE 'nother level.
Having the sleekest forehead cross made all your classmates super jealous.
However, the truest form of envy happened every December.
School was about 100 times more confusing if you weren't actually Catholic.
You knew it would be a good day when your teacher popped in this DVD.
And, finally, if all else fails, you know your school always has a job lined up for you.
Because at the end of the day, you can take the kid out of Catholic school, but you can't take the Catholic school out of the kid.