Old news.
Lol.
I was crushing up charcoal briquettes in junior high and putting them in large pill bottle, then bringing them with me to the Catholic school I attended in the late sixties and 70s.
It was mandatory to attend school mass on Ash Wednesday. We had to walk about 1/4 mile from the school to church.
A dozen or so of us would just veer off in the wooded area and bushes instead of attending mass.
We couldn't go back to class without ashes on our forehead because then we would be busted.
So for $1/head(literally) Father Hawk would give you some "ashes" on your forehead. Hey, if they can pass a collection basket in church......
Then we would blend in with the returning crowd after mass.
Sigh... all good things must come to an end.
And that happened the day i forgot to take the pill bottle out of my pants and it opened in the washing machine.
Being a very religious woman, my mom was very unhappy with me and did a pot of praying for me.
Only after she beat the Bejeebus out of me for about half an hour though.
That woman sure believed severe punishment would save the soul.
Standard punishment was kneeling in the corner in shorts on kernels of dry rice with your face to the wall for however long it took the condensation from your breath to to build on the corner wall and hit the floor.
And do not get caught with your face away from the corner walls trying to get oxygen or she would come back with a belt and then let yo know she had seen you.