Yesterday started off badly. My husband got a phone call from a friend to say that her step daughter had committed suicide. She stole her father service pistol, walked down into the valley and shot herself. I cried. I can't help it. Such a young person with so much to look forward to and yet she didn't think so.
The rest of the day became a bit mundane, with girls complaining about anything and everything. I left during my 3 hour break to have tea with my mom. Of course tea with your mother is never the same as tea with a friend. You really have to watch which news you tell, how you phrase things and what subjects you bring up. Well, as least you have to with my mom. I remember how when I would get home from school and tell my mom about my day it usually ended up in a lecture about how you shouldn't have sex before marriage and then a description about how special intercourse between spouses is, a complaint about how my friends aren't very good friends or something about how she disagrees with almost anything said or done by me and my friends or teachers. As a result I started using the famous old "Fine" when asked how was school, and "Nothing" when asked did anything happen today. I always have understood why teenagers use these words. It doesn't mean anything bad has happened, just that they don't want to hear how you disapprove of everything.
Anyway, I managed to escape my mother's speeches as my sister has not written thank you notes for all the birth gifts her 5 week old daughter received ... well ... 5 weeks ago. So there was much complaining from my mother's side about how she's not trying to put pressure on her, just wanted to remind her that she must still do that. My sisters both live overseas so I bear the brunt of their mistakes or forgetfulness. If they haven't e-mailed my mom by the end of the week, then something "must be wrong" and I must hear about how my mother worries about them. I just think they're too busy to be bothered about writing to my mom about the mundane day, or too tired after the long haul, or don't want to tell her is case they get a "no sex before marriage" speech.
I went back to school to get my 54.3% free lunch and then taught my last lesson.
I'll continue later ... I must make an appearance at the school gala, which I will tell you about when I return.
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