The Catholic School Girl's Bathroom, Episode Two

So, after getting used to the Catholic girls bathroom rules etc. and after a couple years brushing up on them, I became a bit more confident and my personality started to take on weird turns. It may have been the result of repressed mischievousness being one of nine siblings. Anyway, this is a catholic girls bathroom story again....as I said I became more confident...fear of the nunners was replaced by intrigue....how to get around them...I was in 3rd grade, seven years old and still very little. As it happened we were sent to the girls bathroom in groups of 6 or so and it came to me suddenly that here was an opportunity to play out a trick on my fellow classmates. I have no idea why or how I came up with it but I determined that in order to carry it out I had to be last in line of my group so that if I stalled in the stall I would be left alone in the girls bathroom. At that point I would lock the stall door and very deftly, and since I was small it was pretty easy, crawl out from under the door, quickly shoot to the next one, latch it shut and on down the line till all the doors were closed and latched so that the next group of girls would have to crawl under if they wanted to pee. I thought this was very funny. My little brain giggled in anticipation while I sat at my desk and waited for the next group of frustrated little girls to return to the classroom. Eventually someone figured it out and ratted on me so that on my final trickster event day, as I crawled out from under the first latched door, I came face to toes with an ominous pair of black shoes poking out from under the folds of black nunner robes....CRAP...I glanced upward, my butt half still in the stall, my brain half on alert to the terms of my dilemma ....and there was Jesus, still hanging on his cross, disgusted, thinking this little girl will never learn, I'll be hanging here eternally and she'll still be up to her tricks in the Catholic girls bathroom. I could imagine him shaking his head in defeat, if he could have thrown up his hands in defeat he would have done just that...I was mortified....guilty before even being charged and already supplicant on my hands and knees. What could I do but back crawl into the stall and think. I stood up and waited for some brilliant excuse to come to me but there was nothing... and for a moment felt cheated of my trick and then felt fairly relieved that I hadn't finished latching all the doors and would be spared the humility of crawling around the bathroom floor in front of Jesus and the nunner. Again I have no idea what my punishment was. Probably banned from the Catholic girls bathroom altogether which is the most likely result as I remember riding home on the school bus at the end of the day being squashed between a hundred stinking children with my bladder full up to my armpits and barely (and often unsuccessfully) making it home before relief. There were many afternoons when I walked home in wet knee socks with my shoes squishing underneath me and hoping no one noticed the river that followed me to my door. Life was hard for a seven year old girl in Catholic school.....Amen