I remember when I first went out for dinner and dancing with a priest. We got drunk and philosophized the Catholic faith, how to get out of being a sinner, and before I realized it, had discussion about under aged sacrilegious activities that could be frowned upon by "Mary Magdalene before she asked for Christ's forgiveness."
This section of Catherine Gildiner's memoir is the last in the book; she's 14 and in catholic school with her best friend Miranda and they get their kicks out of being rebellious. Cathy has no trouble sticking it to the man. Unless, the man is a man like The Rod. This piece is another look through a youth's eyes, with an author's words. This story details another humorous part of growing up; the discovery of sex. Cathy isn't completely unfamiliar, but the thought of sexuality doesn't run through her mind as oft as her friend who unloads the revelation upon Cathy. "He wants to do it"
"What?"
"What Lady Chatterley did, nitwit."
Again, the troubles with being “uninformed” about certain things are comical for the reader because he can empathize. Cathy was the only girl in the class who didn't know what was going on; the priest was boinking the 14 year old catholic school girl.
In this piece, Catherine's diction perfectly resembles that of a schoolgirl and it isn't hard for the reader to believe that this girl is the same little girl we've been reading about. "I covered your ass, you stupid jerk, handing me that book. Christ, now our mothers are being called."
Her thoughts as well, are believable. "I was suddenly appalled that I hadn't shaved my legs."
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