In my third year we had an algebra coursework based task that took over 3 months. Somehow out of a class of 30ish mine was the only coursework that was lost and letters went home telling my parents that I hadn’t completed any of it and I had been covering up this for the last 3 months. Of course I argued that I handed this paperwork in full to this teacher and luckily our assistant teacher vouched for me that he was there when I turned it in. I received my grade but they never found my work. I spoke to my class tutor and she agreed to sit in on lessons to take notes on what was occurring.
A couple of months ago. She has mental issues and if she says something and I’ll grab it and won’t let go until she justifies it. She hasn’t come round since last time, when she said she was being punished by someone she’d never seen in ways she couldn’t describe. She walked out. We saw a middle-aged, morbidly obese woman on Saturday in the ER. Her naeighbor had driven her there. She told us that her friend had come to her in hysterics, saying that she had taken an overdose and now didn’t want to die.
The kindly neighbor gave her salt water to drink in the hope of inducing an emesis sufficient to get rid of the tablets, but to no effect. Now the physician in the ER that day was a gem of a man. I loved to work with him as he always had time for the patients and treated them like people, however busy we were. He sat down with this anxious woman, who was, incidentally, still fully conscious. “What have you taken, dear”, he asked. “Two Tylenol and two Advil” came the answer!
No I don’t think you owe your child an explanation unless It pertains to them or you wouldn’t feel at the age they’re right now that they would understand. However children are smart so even at a young age they’re like now wait a minute Mom…Dad…something about this is off and serious. If you feel comfortable telling them, that’s up to you. Nothing wrong with saying they could’ve potentially had a brother or sister but something happened and unfortunately it didn’t happen.
Yes, but only on the market of stupidity. Otherwise, No, nein, Het, non. Once again, Megs couldn’t be bothered to think things completely through. She went off half full and promptly ran out of petrol. By bringing Harry to Los Angeles, she forgot one major detail. His lack of a work visa. They can’t be marketable, if he can’t be hireable. In Canada, it would not have been a problem. They are part of the Commonwealth, so Harry could have gotten a job there.
A few weeks after this after the summer holidays I went to walk to my math class and he stopped me at the door and informed me I was no longer in his class. He wouldn’t tell me why and just told me to go down the hall. I did as instructed and went to the class. This was the C grade class so I had been downgraded from a possible A in GCSEs to a forced no higher than a C. I literally cried at my desk the one and only time I cried at school. The very first task we were given I completed in minutes and the new teacher came over to check my work and literally asked me why I was in his class and that I didn’t belong there.