Sister Eventia was my third grade teacher at Saint Johns elementary school.
She would crack you on the head with a heavy wooden ruler if you misbehaved.
My mother gave me a note to get out of class earlier than normal, 1:00pm sharp. At 2:00pm I realized the note was still in my pocket–I had forgotten. I stood up from my desk.
Sister said, “Where do you think you are going?”
I yelled, “New York!” and ran out the back door.