While corner time was embarrassing, it was far better than what the boys were receiving. And I was a good girl-I never even had to stand in the corner. Third grade, 1962. We now moved up a row in the assemblies, and we also moved up a floor for our classes. (The kindergarten, first, and second grades were on the first floor, while third, fourth and fifth grades were on the second floor. The top three grades had the third floor.) Something else was new this year: segregation of boys and girls. I’m not sure why the school decided to give each sex a separate classroom and teacher, but there were no boys in Mother Veronica’s classroom that year. And something was different about the classroom: in the back there was a door leading to a fire escape.

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