I remember growing up in Catholic school, I was the poor kid along with my brothers. Actually, had a decent principal that was a nun. They used to try and tease my brothers and I in school, especially middle school, because we were on scholarship and poor. We walked to school most of the time because mom did not have a car until my freshman year of high school. The nun called me in one day and asked if I wanted to be expelled for fighting. She said I would go to hell for beating kids up. I said I would quit fighting when the other kids quit insulting my family and picking on my brothers. Amazingly, the insults calmed down quite a bit and even if I did get in a scrum with others, I was usually given a pretty light reprimand. She knew what was going on.