for some saint to be the class' patron. It was to be raffled at the end of the year.

Everyone knew I was Mormon (aka MOTCOJCOLDS). Last day, nun pulls out the raffle ticket, and of course my name comes up. No idea if it was pure chance, an attempt to make me see the error of my ways, or just an experiment to see what I would do. Having never won anything, I happily went up to get my prize and took it home.

Later I learned that it was some rare saint that was hard to find, and my uber-Catholic grandma gave me $100 for it.