Damnit, people. CCD stands for Charge Coupled Device. Please stop confusing me.

except for the electricity-stealing nuns, but considering what they usually have to live on, I wouldn't be surprised if they just viewed it as a gift from God

I didn't begrudge them the electricity at all. Three women sharing a one bedroom apartment exactly like the one I had to myself who managed to always be cheerful and never seemed to make any noise - best neighbors I've ever had. YNunMV

I think CCD was for the kids who were in the parish but weren't going to the Catholic school. I don't remember having to go, because we had a Religion class.

That's what ours was like, and they got to use our classrooms, so things were always a little Not Right on Monday mornings, and if anything was missing (presumed stolen), we blamed the CCD kids.

I think CCD was for the kids who were in the parish but weren't going to the Catholic school.

That's how it worked for us. My parish didn't have a school attached, but some of the kids went to Catholic schools in other parishes and they were exempt.

I have to keep using the TLA, I don't remember what it stands for. One of the Cs must be Catholic, and the D is maybe Doctrine, but that's as far as I get.

I think CCD was for the kids who were in the parish but weren't going to the Catholic school.

Interesting. That makes sense, because my parish didn't have a Catholic school, but the other Catholic parish in town did.

I keep reading CCD as OCD and thinking, "They have classes for that now?"

CCD = Confraternity of Christian Doctrine. How's THAT for a mouthful?

I keep reading CCD as OCD and thinking, "They have classes for that now?"

Heh. Well Lord knows I can go to Catholic mass and still recite just about all the responses/movements without even having to think about them, so not that far off.

I saw the link to this on another site and was reminded of how much I want to marry just about all of those BMW Clive Owen films (which randomly reminded me that Colin's GF will be the equivalent for...Mini Cooper, I think). And Clive's chipper demeanour in this one is exactly what I strive for when I'm given bad directions I can't change. I just wish the entire process could turn out that satisfying.

Most of the ball-busting nuns were no longer in the system by the time I was in high school (Franciscan order school, first time I encountered nuns). We had some characters, though: Sister Consaline, better known as "Sister Toots" because when you greeted her in the hallway, she would always respond with "Hiya doin', Toots?"; Sister Kathryn, a young Benedictine nun who was the only younger one to wear a wimple and black (t-length) dress, which made her habit of leaning on the chalk ledge, acquiring a white line of chalk across her rear, even more obvious; and "Cookie Jar," whose real name I never learned, who worked in the library with "The Hawk" (another one whose real name was unknown to me), both so nicknamed due to their resemblance to their namesakes--Cookie Jar was a very round woman, and The Hawk had a severe case of osteoporosis that caused her hunch her shoulders forward.

The legend in school was the order of nun jobs were (1) teacher, (2) administrator, (3) librarian, and then (4) they disappeared, folded up into a tome tucked somewhere in the depths of the library; if it were ever discovered, little dried-up husks of nuns would come fluttering out, like leaves pressed in a book.