Fall 1966 memories

I remember the Spanish-speaking nuns making chocolate eclairs, which up to that point in my 12-year-old life were the best things a human ever put in his mouth.
I remember rolling down a long hill with another student, who slid on a piece of glass (I suppose) and cut his thigh badly.
I remember a sudden, explosive interest by upperclassmen in hypnotism. It scared the dickens out of me. One afternoon — it was a weekday — a bunch of us ended up in a classroom in the lower level of a building. The fellow who seemed to be most interested in the subject had a student sit in a desk, with his back to the wall clock, and guess the time. When the student did so, we were astounded!
I remember Bouvier being one of the few guys who was genuinely friendly to me.
I remember the long, cold walks along an outdoor path saying the rosary.
I remember being scared to death that I’d flunk every subject, especially Latin.
I remember the relief but sadness of leaving Bellefontaine in late 1966.