Maman refused psychological treatment and joined the Sister of Charity as a novice. She was in Darfur helping famished refugees. The campsite was attacked, and she was barely alive when rescued. She didn’t take her wows, she joined the Order of Malta as a battlefield nurse. She was involved in a number of dangerous missions and decorated by the Queen and the Légion. I am quite proud of my Maman. I made her promise to wear armor…

For a year, my uncle, whom I am now calling Uncle-papa, hired a team of psychiatrists, but I still have horrible nightmares and sudden bouts of tears. I nonetheless recovered enough to again have fun pulling silly pranks with my old friend Catherine.

We bought a dozen mice from a peasant boy, and we turned them loose in the staff room when the teachers were having their mid morning coffee. It was so funny to see them running left and right. Even funnier was to see some of the lady teachers up on their chairs screaming their head off, or the men teachers trying to chase the mice with brooms or newspapers.

Unfortunately we were caught, that peasant boy bragged to the school gardener about the money he made selling us the mice. The school complained and Catherine’s father gave us a bare bottom whipping with the martinet.

One more prank with Catherine, was accidentally setting fire to a barn while playing with fire-crackers. That was a more serious affair and we got the belt for it. Catherine was sent to a super school in the south of France, and I was sent to Oaks and Pines.

I have lately started to be curious of boys. I am very happy to be registered with the “Montreux International Campus” because I was told that it is a coed.

I have been quite successful at O&P. I have a lovely dorm room and Nounours looks over it. I was appointed as the Head Girl. A mostly honorific title as I have never spanked any junior, but I am regularly reminded to be a role-model. I have done my best in that department, but the faculty usually doesn’t agree with my leadership !