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"  To hear the author read this story,  click here . Special thanks to the Weekend America radio show, which originally aired this recording. I did what a lot of other sophomores at St. Andrew&amp;#039;s High School only fantasized. I killed Sister Mary Stella.  The only one who knew was Father O&amp;#039;Brien. He couldn&amp;#039;t say anything because of the &amp;quot;Seal of the Confessional.&amp;quot; But, he made my life hell.  All I wanted was a &amp;quot;C&amp;quot; or a &amp;quot;C-minus.&amp;quot; That&amp;#039;s all the guys in the &amp;quot;Squires&amp;quot; ever wanted. Forget teenage rebellion. We were the elite...the cool guys. Our jacket emblem was a six-pack. We couldn&amp;#039;t wear our jackets on campus, but everyone knew who we were. The only club insignia you could wear around school was a &amp;quot;St. Andrew&amp;#039;s Club&amp;quot; sweater. And that wasn&amp;#039;t a real club. It was for guys who averaged over 90% in every subject for the whole school year...the Nerds...the Geeks.  Sister Stella&amp;#039;s exam was Sixth Period. I hadn&amp;#039;t cracked a book. I&amp;#039;d cut classes. I was totally clueless. I was staring at a big fat &amp;quot;F&amp;quot; and the end of life as I knew it.  As the morning whipped by I got more and more desperate. I guess I flipped. But, I was out of options. I had no choice. After Third Period I slipped into the chapel and I prayed for a miracle...something, anything so the exam would be scrubbed.  I was in the cafeteria with less than two hours before the exam when the whole place erupted. &amp;quot;Sister Stella just died!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;In the chapel.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;She knelt down and just dropped dead.&amp;quot;  I went numb. I was freezing cold. &amp;quot;I did it.&amp;quot; I started to shake. It had to be my miracle. I was hoping for maybe a fire drill. But, she was dead. I didn&amp;#039;t mean to but I killed Sister Stella.  That&amp;#039;s when I really panicked. I told Father O&amp;#039;Brien everything...the test, the prayers, the miracle. I even explained about the Squires, the unwritten rules and what belonging meant. Usually, for your penance, you get a few &amp;quot;Our Fathers&amp;quot; and some &amp;quot;Hail Marys&amp;quot;...maybe a decade of the rosary. I got all of that and more...much more.  Every single morning before school I had to sneak into Father O&amp;#039;Brien&amp;#039;s office and go over every bit of my homework. He even gave me extra assignments. At the end of the semester it was all over. I was out of the Squires. I got four &amp;quot;A&amp;quot;s, a &amp;quot;B&amp;quot; and a &amp;quot;B Plus.&amp;quot; The next year I got a &amp;quot;Saint Andrew&amp;#039;s Club&amp;quot; sweater. I wore it. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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