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I had the misfortune to attend Catholic elementary school. The nuns were absolutely brutal, and I went to school every morning dreading the day. My mother wouldn't let me go to public school because it wasn't prestigious enough for her. I escaped in sixth grade and went to public school. There was nothing Christian about the Catholic school.
By their fruit ye shall know them. I could not go home and was left alone to eat my Christmas dinner while the nuns partied, it stuck in my throat. No love, no kindness, no warmth, no Christian spirit. Most nuns were total bitches, one was specially stuck up and proudly kept reminding us she had taught the daughters of Prince Rainier of Monaco. Another hit a young girl who was homesick round the face with the back of a hairbrush to stop her crying, then wen to mass looking all saintly. Horrible place, horrible people with only 3 exceptions: Sisters Rita and Gertrude who worked in the kitchen, and Sister Dominica who was a bit of a laid back hippy and turned a kindly blind eye on occasions where others would have pounced with glee. And the worst of all - Sister Scholastica, the very epitome of a hard core nazi with a face of granite. Nothing Christian because they were not Christian.
Yikes, at least I got to go home at the end of the day. BTW, the first school I went to was a small, inner city Catholic school, and the nuns there were amazing. Very kind, loved the children, didn't use corporal punishment. The second school was in a very rich area and the nuns treated the rich kids well, but the rest of us, the Great Unwashed, were treated like crap. I also was not of an ethnicity that they liked, so that didn't help.
I left by mutual agreement, lied about my age and got a job. All because I took an anorexic girl under my wing (she was being bullied for not eating but would eat with gentle encouragement) and the little girl who was homesick. My crime was smiling at her and pulling a funny face to cheer her up during mass one morning. Can you imagine anything worse?
It all turned to the good: I lost my faith but never stopped believing in God. After going down a lot of blind alleys I got saved. God id good, all things turn to the good to those who love him.
I never lost my belief in God either, and for that I am very grateful. Sounds as though you weathered the storm as well.