Songbird76
Well-Known Member
The thing was, I loved my life for the most part. Not the part about my mom being strict, but she was ALWAYS there if I needed something. Like....we had this new English teacher one year who had been a teacher in Florida at a school with metal detectors and guard dogs...she came to podunk nowhere Wyoming and tried to run her classroom like a drill sergent. She told us she was always right, we were always wrong. The school policy was that if you were absent because you were sick, you got 2 days to make up any homework for each day you were out. If you were out for a school activity, you were supposed to get your assignments before you left so you could hand them in on time. So I had a speech and debate tournament one weekend and I asked this teacher for my assignments. She hadn't made up the lesson plan yet, so she wrote some assignments down on a post-it note and handed it to me. I did those assignments and on Monday, when she came to collect them, she gave me a zero because I "had done the wrong assignments." She had changed her mind after assigning me the things she did. I showed her the post it with the assignments on it...she said she wouldn't have made such a mistake. Even though I had the proof, in her handwriting, she refused to give me credit for the work I had done and wouldn't give me extra time to do the correct assignments. I went to my mom, and my mom went in and talked to her. She wouldn't budge, but at least my mom believed me and that was one time she didn't bug me about the grade....it wasn't my fault and she KNEW it wasn't my fault, so mom gave me a pass.Seriously I do not think I could have lived your life as a teen. I would have been a teenage runaway.
And I filled my time with so many school activities that it didn't matter so much that my curfew was dark unless I was at a school function. Most nights I was at the school until 8 or 9 for cheerleading, speech and debate practice, play practice, Student Council meetings, National Honor Society, German club....there was always something. And I got a job doing timing/scoring for basketball and volleyball games, and senior year I was a tutor. So I was never home anyway. I was spread so thin I was transparent. Most weekends I was at Speech tournaments, or ball games. I had a lot of fun.