I don't know whose bright idea it was to take the 7th grade health class on a field trip to the mortuary. And whichever Einstein thought we needed to see the crematorium, and hear the mortician say, "This is the window where we watch the incineration . . . " - also a freaking genius. And ooh - the teacher who thought a nice project would be to have us write our own obituaries - wtf was that about?
When they asked the whole class if any of us had ever been to a funeral, and then looked at me, because they knew I'd been to several, I did not even raise my hand. But nobody else did either.
Who the hell thought we needed to talk about death for an entire two weeks anyway? We got graded on it - and the girl who should've passed with flying colors, failed a class for the first time in her life.
But it is not so much that I failed - that is not what started this. It is that my teacher called a conference with my dad to discuss it. Until that point I was fine, there was not a crack in my fascade - but once they got all up in my face about it - that is when the war began, and I am not sure that I have ever mentioned this before - but I am stubborn as hell.
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"wtf" if about the only response I would have to this stupid idea. I think your teachers were warped and sasdistic. It seems like a bad dream. I would have failed the class too. I would have stood beside you and failed right along with you just to make a flipping point. What's wrong wtih stubborn? In my mind, absolutely nothing.
Your teachers sound insane. That is really the stupidest thing I have ever heard of! How insensitive to you and how unhelpful to anyone else that age. Glad you failed, and I am really glad you are stubborn. You needed to be to make it through the maze of craziness!
OXOXO
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