Back then, I was cloistered.
How appropriate. I went to a Catholic school in one of my home country’s cathedrals from primary school through secondary school, or high school as the Americans called the latter.
Much like the other kids, I couldn’t have dreamed of what would be considered the underclass.
We all had uniforms and had some rigid rules, but it was for our good anyway. The other students looked like me more or less.
I didn’t realize how different that would be in the United States.
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