Ok, I'm back,
I had to go to the restroom, and you know what??? The, um, sanitary unit was stopped up!!! I was thinking,. how am I ever going to become a paramedic if I don't even know how to use a plunger????? Sorry, don't mean to gross you out.
Ok, I'm going to write about my guardian angel now, this is the real entry about her.
I feel bad about using names on here, although some I do, I use their first names, so I'm going to just call her Mrs. H. She is the most wonderful person in the world!!! Well, Ok, one of them. I could name some other wonderful people just from on here, too!
When I was younger, her oldest daughter hung out with my older sister, but boy do I wish I knew that before!!!
She was my sixth grade teacher, my science teacher, then we had lunch and I got her till we left for things like reading, and handwriting otherwise english but in elementary school they broke the subjects up. My mom at the time was scared to death that we'd come home (again) with lice so she had all of our teachers make me and Teri (we never had the same classes besides a homeroom and a music class together, since we're twins) sit in chairs instead of on the carpet, so we were left out and made fun of a lot, people were also jealous that they had to sit on the floor and we had to sit on chairs, and we hated it. BBBUUUTTTT I got to sit by Mrs. H when she read, I'd sit my chair by her and actually read over her shoulder, we read books like Top Secret, The House Without a Christmas Tree, The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle and so on and so forth.
I am going to try and make this a little short, but I was a bad student and I didn't really like her that much then, I was disorganized, I didn't always do my homework and sometimes I left it at home, and well, she gave me dt a lot, and I thought she didn't like me. Mom actually (who never helped me with homework, even when I asked for it) asked the principle once in front of me to make me stay every night in dt so that I would start doing homework, he said he couldn't and all that did was make me feel bad, see, most of the time I TRIED.
Well, this is the year when I tried to kill myself for the first time, which I'll talk about another day, and before this I singed up for an activity with Mrs. H, I think I was starting to like her then, well, the night I was taken to the hospital from school, she called to tell me it was cancelled from something and that's when someone told her what happened. She visited me there and brought me notes from everyone in my class. I wrote back to everyone of them, I got a chance to give it to them when I was home on a pass and went back to school for the first time since.
After that I helped her get her new class ready at the new school she was teaching at and once she told me that earlier in the year she tried to talk my mom into giving me counseling, because she knew that there was something wrong (boy was there ever!) and she could tell by how appreciative I was at the littlest thing she did.
A couple of summers ago my mom hit me, and it wasn't the small kind either, it was where she pulled my hair, kicked me and slapped me, and I called Mrs. H at home and I told her and she somehow got Mom to let me stay with her for a few nights. I loved it there! I helped her with laundry, gave the dogs baths, combed them, we put together parts of a puzzle, one night we all went to a hockey game and stuff, her, her husband and I, and I slept in one of her son's beds since he was older and already moved out. She tucked me in and kissed me, and we ate breakfast together and it was healthy and nice, one day Mr. H and I went to a lake to sail and I was new at it, I turned the boat over when we were only in the water for a couple of minutes. Guess what??? He didn't hit me, didn't yell, and he was patient, he laughed and first yelled my name since I was in the water on the other side to make sure I didn't drown. He was so nice about it! I helped hiom clean the boat out, too.
They are Catholic which is what I'm not, but was baptized as, and they would have taken me to church with them if it wasn't for me sleeping in and them letting me, I was tired.
Well, ok, I said I'd make this short, but Mrs. H as a responsible human teacher, friend she called child services on my mom. That was the third time they came, when they came I was already home and things were pretty much back to Normal, which wasn't the best but not as bad as the night she hit me that way. Since they came and she almost had to go to jail, mom got mad at Mrs. H, and me. She didn't hurt me again, but she told me that I could no longer call, write or contac the H's anymore. She started reading my mail I got and asking who I was talking to on the phone. Well, I'm 15 now and still do all I can to contact her, like about the rape, I emailed her and she called the detective, and mom said that that time when I asked she was glad that she did tell.
Alright, more later!!! Love 'ya's!!! Mary
I had to go to the restroom, and you know what??? The, um, sanitary unit was stopped up!!! I was thinking,. how am I ever going to become a paramedic if I don't even know how to use a plunger????? Sorry, don't mean to gross you out.
Ok, I'm going to write about my guardian angel now, this is the real entry about her.
I feel bad about using names on here, although some I do, I use their first names, so I'm going to just call her Mrs. H. She is the most wonderful person in the world!!! Well, Ok, one of them. I could name some other wonderful people just from on here, too!
When I was younger, her oldest daughter hung out with my older sister, but boy do I wish I knew that before!!!
She was my sixth grade teacher, my science teacher, then we had lunch and I got her till we left for things like reading, and handwriting otherwise english but in elementary school they broke the subjects up. My mom at the time was scared to death that we'd come home (again) with lice so she had all of our teachers make me and Teri (we never had the same classes besides a homeroom and a music class together, since we're twins) sit in chairs instead of on the carpet, so we were left out and made fun of a lot, people were also jealous that they had to sit on the floor and we had to sit on chairs, and we hated it. BBBUUUTTTT I got to sit by Mrs. H when she read, I'd sit my chair by her and actually read over her shoulder, we read books like Top Secret, The House Without a Christmas Tree, The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle and so on and so forth.
I am going to try and make this a little short, but I was a bad student and I didn't really like her that much then, I was disorganized, I didn't always do my homework and sometimes I left it at home, and well, she gave me dt a lot, and I thought she didn't like me. Mom actually (who never helped me with homework, even when I asked for it) asked the principle once in front of me to make me stay every night in dt so that I would start doing homework, he said he couldn't and all that did was make me feel bad, see, most of the time I TRIED.
Well, this is the year when I tried to kill myself for the first time, which I'll talk about another day, and before this I singed up for an activity with Mrs. H, I think I was starting to like her then, well, the night I was taken to the hospital from school, she called to tell me it was cancelled from something and that's when someone told her what happened. She visited me there and brought me notes from everyone in my class. I wrote back to everyone of them, I got a chance to give it to them when I was home on a pass and went back to school for the first time since.
After that I helped her get her new class ready at the new school she was teaching at and once she told me that earlier in the year she tried to talk my mom into giving me counseling, because she knew that there was something wrong (boy was there ever!) and she could tell by how appreciative I was at the littlest thing she did.
A couple of summers ago my mom hit me, and it wasn't the small kind either, it was where she pulled my hair, kicked me and slapped me, and I called Mrs. H at home and I told her and she somehow got Mom to let me stay with her for a few nights. I loved it there! I helped her with laundry, gave the dogs baths, combed them, we put together parts of a puzzle, one night we all went to a hockey game and stuff, her, her husband and I, and I slept in one of her son's beds since he was older and already moved out. She tucked me in and kissed me, and we ate breakfast together and it was healthy and nice, one day Mr. H and I went to a lake to sail and I was new at it, I turned the boat over when we were only in the water for a couple of minutes. Guess what??? He didn't hit me, didn't yell, and he was patient, he laughed and first yelled my name since I was in the water on the other side to make sure I didn't drown. He was so nice about it! I helped hiom clean the boat out, too.
They are Catholic which is what I'm not, but was baptized as, and they would have taken me to church with them if it wasn't for me sleeping in and them letting me, I was tired.
Well, ok, I said I'd make this short, but Mrs. H as a responsible human teacher, friend she called child services on my mom. That was the third time they came, when they came I was already home and things were pretty much back to Normal, which wasn't the best but not as bad as the night she hit me that way. Since they came and she almost had to go to jail, mom got mad at Mrs. H, and me. She didn't hurt me again, but she told me that I could no longer call, write or contac the H's anymore. She started reading my mail I got and asking who I was talking to on the phone. Well, I'm 15 now and still do all I can to contact her, like about the rape, I emailed her and she called the detective, and mom said that that time when I asked she was glad that she did tell.
Alright, more later!!! Love 'ya's!!! Mary