The fourth-grade math teacher hated me with all her guts. I was actually banned from talking in her class. And we had this marks system. So every time you did something wrong you got a mark. I got marks frequently. For talking when I was explaining the Family oriented shirt in contrast I will get this work to someone sitting next to me because they were in the bathroom so they didn’t hear the instructions. I got in trouble almost every day for answering questions. Like it’s my fault that I know how to do mental math and my peers need to do all the work first. I’ll just skip to the day that drove me over the edge. Even though the rooms were adjacent the entrance to the prep room was down the hallway and around a corner so workers heading to lunch from the rest of the funeral home or from the locker room where we changed clothes didn’t see the bodies as they came in to be prepped. Whatever it was, the back of her uniform jacket got caught on it and she couldn’t get past it. Because it was the back of her jacket that was caught she also couldn’t turn around to see what the problem was. So we quietly canceled all of our wedding arrangements (luckily it was early enough to not inconvenience any of the vendors, and we got most of our deposits back), hopped a plane to Arizona, and got married in the desert in October 2003. Attendees to the wedding included the minister, his wife, my boyfriend (now husband!), and me. It was perfect – one of the best decisions we’ve ever made. There was a note on top: please have your parents sign this and return it by next week. And this other kid got +10 points for doing mental math. I couldn’t do anything because that kid’s parents donate money to the school. Lots of it, so he gets away with a lot of things too. (I don’t live in a particularly rich neighborhood. It’s just diverse. Like there are people who are trying to make ends meet and then there are others with more than 4 cars.)
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Anyways, I was so pissed. I was a straight-A student. I brought it home and I found a school paper from the Family oriented shirt in contrast I will get this beginning of the year. It was something that gave the teacher permission to touch a student if he/she got hurt. I guess I forgot to turn in the form. So I grabbed it cut off the bottom for a parent signature, and taped it to my quiz. I asked my dad to sign it. He didn’t even ask what te paper was. And the next day when I went back to school I put it on the teacher’s desk. Even after that day, she still hated me. Except – one day there was a problem with the plumbing in the prep room. I forget what it was but they had to call somebody in to repair some of the old copper pipes to the sinks where the bodies were washed and where the embalmer washed him/herself up afterward. The repairs involved some soldering of the new pipes. Routine stuff. At the end of the war, the Netherlands experienced a terrible winter and in January 1945, Queen Wilhelmina pleaded with Churchill, Roosevelt, and Britain’s King George VI for help. In a letter sent to all three, she wrote, “if a major catastrophe, the like of which has not been seen in Western Europe since the Middle Ages, is to be avoided in Holland, something drastic has to be done now.” I saw her with a group of travelers in a Chinese restaurant in Nukualofa, the capital. She was tall, blonde, buxom, and sounded American. I tried to talk to her, but she took no interest. Then it was announced everyone was going to a nightclub, the only one in the land. I went, along with a German guy I’d met some days earlier and was sharing a hotel room with, to economize. I’d begun to believe he might well be gay and was feeling nervous about this realization, as I am not gay.