That weekend.....

The second day..
I lived in the dorms at Marymount for two years but went home for the weekend VERY rarely. Beyond the obvious reasons, there was good food,central air and even maid service so whats not to love? Boca Raton was little more than a retirement village then. We generally headed for Ft. Lauderdale if we felt dangerous(haha). My friend Mary went to high school there and we'd hang out with her friends. Locally, we'd go to the movies or hang out at the beach.
That Saturday was different from any other . It was very quiet-"hushed" was the word. It was claustrophobic for some. Some girls who lived in Palm Beach or Miami left to escape. But I knew I'd prefer the "cloistered nunnery" feel than a trip to the land of tiny-brained folk. Life at Marymount was sheltered and even going to Publix for groceries could be a shock to the system. That night after dinner, I saw a group of nuns walk to one of the man-made lakes for prayers. The sky was a mixture of pastel blues and pinks. They lit candles. And I was consoled.
But it got to us after awhile. One of the wealthiest girls at the school, Monica (from Norwalk,CT) was also our best dancer. Her "dirty dog" was banned at the school dances. She and a few other girls were dancing in the "smoker". This was the student lounge and the only place where smoking was allowed. Its also where they had a TV and music system. One of the nuns came in and screamed at them,"Have you no respect?!!!". And Monica screamed right back at her ,"We can't stand this anymore!". The nun just turned around and left.
Things get better with time,right? But the next day was no help.