Kate Sullivan, in a memorable and incredibly moving post, talks, in detail, about Immaculate Heart, the high school she went to in Hollywood. It is one of the most interesting and fascinating (and mildly disturbing) portraits of high school I have ever read. (Permalink not working … it’s the first post, at the moment, starting with the words “Oh girlfriend”.)
I found it randomly, clicked on the link in a blase way, got sucked into her story, could not stop reading, and ended up with tears in my eyes at the end.
She writes with such humor and love of the nuns who taught her. Complex creatures, truly. I have a couple of former nuns in my family, real role model-type women … Kate Sullivan hits the nail on the head:
The nuns always told us that they loved the Church. They believed it was a living body, and as such, it was changeable. They wanted to try and improve it, because they loved it. And maybe that’s what they’ve done since rejoining the fold. That’s certainly what they did before. They were visionaries, futurists who believed in a world that didn’t yet exist except in their immaculate hearts.
And whether they liked it or not, they definitely taught me at an early age to be an independent thinker.
A post like Kate’s makes me love human beings.
