Apparently she was Presbyterian before she got married (not the Free Ps though, that's after her time). Dad grew up Methodist. My mum's English and grew up Anglican, but the high Anglican tradition where genuflecting was still common. You can imagine how well that went down the first time she did it in Belfast
Strangford College was our local integrated school, I didn't even know we had a local Catholic secondary school til my sister was in P7 and doing the Open Night rounds and I still couldn't tell you the name of the place or where it is.
Super Sub was genuinely great though. She subbed for almost every class except PE (hence the nickname), and everyone looked forward to her classes. Partly it was because you never really got much work written down but you'd still learn. Her history classes were my favourite though. My GCSE history teacher and I never got along and every time she covered his class she'd look at the sheet and go, "Nah, I've got a better idea." You'd get stories, sure, but since we were on the Troubles as part of the course anyway and she'd lived through it, you'd get topical stories that made more sense than most of the textbook. I was genuinely gutted to find out she'd died when I was in my 20s.
I had maths with some very odd people for GCSE, one of whom would just randomly say the name of an Irish politician (usually Bertie Ahern) in the middle of class for no reason. By the time we were taking the exams 2 years later, my maths teacher had set this guy punishment* essays on so many different aspects of politics in the South that we'd lost track. I say punishment, he always did the essays, I think he just liked doing them lol. Our poor maths teacher. She called 3 of us back at the end of class one day and was like, "I know you three know. What the hell did Skip do to himself at the weekend?" Yeah, we knew. He'd been skateboarding at the old Glenlola Collegiate building (which was no longer occupied by this point) and got caught trespassing and rather than feign ignorance or y'know, doing anything normal, elected instead to grab his skateboard and leap over a wall that was tall than he remembered it being, except he landed badly and broke both his arms and I think fractured his ankle? - and we all called him an idiot.
I don't miss school, but I do miss days like those. And that was a very long ramble, lol, sorry about that.