Hey folks, this is Risk, the show where people tell true stories they never thought they

dare to share. I'm Kevin Allison, and every Thursday we release these special episodes

where we look back at content from our earlier years. This week,

it's the best of school stories, number one, as we are now in September. Now, both of these

stories we're about to hear were first shared back during the COVID lockdown in 2020,

when we were doing risk shows from our living rooms.

Myself as the host, every storyteller, and every audience member. We were all in our homes,

but we were all having a risk live stream show together. We did that for several months.

It was so much fun, but the audio quality of the stories

is a little different from what you're used to because of that. And in fact, I was just thinking

it's about time we have both of these storytellers back on the show, ASAP. In a little bit,

we're going to hear from Ellie Ryder, but first, we're going to hear a story from Angie Chatman.

And here she is now with a story that we call, taking a long time.

Everyone, please welcome to the virtual stage, Angie Chatman.

Second grade was boring. The nuns all wore these habits where we were like big black capes,

and they also had to wear the thing that covered their heads so that all you saw was their face.

My teacher, Mrs. Scott, wasn't a nun, so she was always in what I call dress-up clothes.

Me and my fellow students, we also had to wear uniforms to school, the girls in plaid skirts

and knee-high socks that had to either be navy or white. And we wore a

white shirt with a collar. In the colder days, you could wear a navy blue sweater. And the boys

had to wear blue pants and dark shoes and white shirts as well. So it's kind of strict and not a lot of fun,

except on Visitor Day. Oh, Visitor Day. We got to wear our own clothes. And it was always a surprise

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