Reading this article on in the Times made remember something from high school.
Miss Kubic taught the top class in freshman geometry atmy high school. We figured that’s about as perfect name as you could get for a geometry teacher.
“I suppose there’s a resemblance. You should ask her if she can fly.”
“I think I will,” Adam resolved.
We left the dining hall, laughing about that, and discussing how Adam would beat a sheepish retreat from the faculty.
Instead, Adam came bursting out of McCune Dining Hall, “She is the Flying Nun!”
“Huh? No way!”
“I asked her if she’s the Flying Nun and she said, ‘Yes.’” Adam explained.
I was gobsmacked.
We found out during class the next day, that Miss Kubic had decided next year to noviate to become a nun. As she was putting a drink on her tray in line, Adam had asked her, “Are you the Flying Nun.” and she had heard, “Are you going to be a nun?” and she replied honestly, “Yes.”
Whenever I think of that, I laugh out loud a little.
I was taught geometry by the Flying Nun.