rogruth wrote:The only differences that we could see was at the parochial schools there were some classes
involving religion and the teachers wore odd clothes.
I only went to public school but did attend catechism class on Saturdays. The nun required strict attention. Talking to your neighbor would cause her to march down the aisle and demand that you hold our hands out. She would then smack them with a 12 inch ruler. One kid refused. The nun got on the phone and a priest showed up and took the disobedient kid away. We never saw the kid again.
Public school was no different. I went to the Long Beach, Califonia school system. The teachers had a paddle hanging up front. I was pretty well behaved, I only got whacked with a paddle once. The kid behind me hit me with a triangle ruler in drawing class. The noise attracted the teacher's attention and he looked up just in time to see me turn around and whack the kid back with my triangle ruler. I then had the privilege of going up front, bending over and receiving one loud whack with the paddle.
What did I learn from that experience? Self-control and to wait until after school to get revenge.
"Parochial" means: having a limited or narrow outlook or scope. I learned just now from Murph's comment that his Catholic education did not lack learning mathematics. What about science?
Is Real Science Taught in Catholic Schools?
https://ncse.com/blog/2014/06/is-real-s ... ls-0015674
In the above article Peter Hess says, "For the past fourteen years my two sons have studied at a fine Catholic school in Berkeley, the School of the Madeleine. Science has played an integral role in their curriculum."
That is enough to answer my question but there is more.
For the spring science fair Robert Hess experimented with testing differences in the burn rate of potassium nitrate when mixed with brown sugar, granulated white sugar, and powdered sugar. It was a diabolically devised experiment, producing much sound and fury (spoiler: the longest burn came from brown sugar + KNO3). What it also showed is that if you accidentally detonate a whole pan of rocket fuel in the back yard you will create a magnificent 100-foot-high plume of blue-white smoke and steam at which the neighbors will marvel greatly.
All right!

