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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.