Parents evening was tonight and my mother is adamant I’m not adequately applying myself in my lessons. Yay. Urgh I hate this night with a passion. Teachers put on all these simpering it’s all in your best interest faces and act annoyingly mean and bitchy and mother dearest gets to ruffle her own feathers over the stupidest things and yell at me. Only she can’t yell because we’re in public, so she settles for dirty looks.
Only this year something new happened
As the typically anally retentive Brits that they are our teachers of the, ‘older generation’ derive their caffeine in take from, rather than coffee, the far more sophisticated beverage, tea. And my music teacher, more or less the very epitome of typical, older generation Brit, had her tea perched delicately on her desk in those irritating little plastic cups. And what do I do?
I knock it over.
Nto on purpose! No, no! The woman irritates me intensely but I wouldn’t do that. It’s just that I… well… let’s say I’m mildly dyspraxic and leave it at that.
Sigh, I’m dreading my music lesson on Friday…
And I pray no one finds this thing.
