The St.Joe myth

Last night, I was fortunate enough to attend a get together for a friend's birthday in my future town of Charleston. This party just happened to have a pretty good StJoe kid ratio. We do tend to dominate such gatherings. Eventually, after many drinks and coaxing, we started an SJS chant. After this chant ended, it was brought to my attention that some people think they know what attending St.Joe was like, even though they never actually attended. (going to St.Joe church doesn't count, either).
The stigma that comes along with St.Joe students is that we had a terrible time locked in a dungeon being forced to recite bible quotes on command while having disturbingly open sexual lessons taught by our priest and only worshiping the Virgin Mary. (or something along these lines, the things ERMSers come up with are amazing. Ok) They say things like "oh, you went to St.Joe?! How terrible was it? It must have been awful to have such a small class. It's practically inbreeding." (again, I might exaggerate a tad...)

The truth is, attending St.Joe was in all honesty, the best thing my parents have done for me thus far. Alot of my classmates remain my close friends today. My very best friend is from St.Joe. I believe that we formed bonds that are not plausible at public school. When you are not getting along with a classmate, you are forced to address it instead of moving on to a new group of friends. I appreciate this. It has taught me to mend friendships and that most things tend to come full circle again. As far as the religion being shoved down our throats, this is not true, either. Although some parents may have wanted this, mine didn't and I appreciate that. We had religion classes sometimes twice a week and a school mass on Wednesday mornings that our parents or whomever were allowed to attend. I respect that to this day.

So don't feel bad for us St.Joe kids. We stick together, and most of us will tell you how it really was. I've attached some pictures of my closest SJS friends at our Senior Party :)