Possibly I learned, at that time, a little of Bernadette’s story and its significance, due to the fact that I attended a school named for the town where she lived (you’d be forgiven if you’d thought I most definitely would have learned about her), but I can’t remember paying much attention to it — to the fact that the school had a namesake, or to the question of what that namesake was. Certainly the school did not make a very big deal about it; there may or may not have been a picture of Bernadette somewhere on its grounds, or on a wall in one of its corridors. Our mascot was an eagle, and the emphasis of the administration and the student body, with respect to our athletic contests, our school spirit, our crosstown rivals, and so forth, was on, like, ‘Go Eagles’.