When it starts snapping everywhere
Tuesday 5th May
50th day under lockdown
Well, well, well... I’M BAAAAAAAAAACK !!!!
French was fun but honestly nothing’s better than good old English !
While my little "Frenchy vacation" my family certainly did NOT take a break in whatsoever way. Technically speaking we all were in vacation (except my father and his electric family) but that was underestimating my mother and her passion for...erm... culture ?
And that’s how I ended up reading every classic from Alexander Dumas to Virginia Woolf. My mother IS headmistress, after all. I’m just wondering how much her work can influence her daily mood. With the incertain-return-to-school pressure, let’s say that she’s a tiny winy bit...well...stressed. I can tell.
Just by the way her head snaps toward you and her eyes send mini-black-poisoned-venomous-of-the death-that-kills-you-twice arrows if ever you dare speak to her while her work session. Or if you have the audacity to emit a complaint about whatever subject you might find to complain about.
Like the fact that, at the age of 14, you work in full efficiency and independence all week, without bothering anybody and maintaining your grades at the same average than in normal circumstances. And that you have at least two more classes than most children who are NOT in international scholarship. And that you are stuck in a house since 50 days and seemingly for the rest of the year, experimenting literally NO social life which, in a normal situation, is almost vital for a teenager.
Add up all that together and what to you get ? Me ! AKA, an edgy teen who has the tendency to snap at any form of creature capable of speech.
Well. I definitely missed being the sarcastic English sassy damsel.
50th day under lockdown
Well, well, well... I’M BAAAAAAAAAACK !!!!
French was fun but honestly nothing’s better than good old English !
While my little "Frenchy vacation" my family certainly did NOT take a break in whatsoever way. Technically speaking we all were in vacation (except my father and his electric family) but that was underestimating my mother and her passion for...erm... culture ?
And that’s how I ended up reading every classic from Alexander Dumas to Virginia Woolf. My mother IS headmistress, after all. I’m just wondering how much her work can influence her daily mood. With the incertain-return-to-school pressure, let’s say that she’s a tiny winy bit...well...stressed. I can tell.
Just by the way her head snaps toward you and her eyes send mini-black-poisoned-venomous-of-the death-that-kills-you-twice arrows if ever you dare speak to her while her work session. Or if you have the audacity to emit a complaint about whatever subject you might find to complain about.
Like the fact that, at the age of 14, you work in full efficiency and independence all week, without bothering anybody and maintaining your grades at the same average than in normal circumstances. And that you have at least two more classes than most children who are NOT in international scholarship. And that you are stuck in a house since 50 days and seemingly for the rest of the year, experimenting literally NO social life which, in a normal situation, is almost vital for a teenager.
Add up all that together and what to you get ? Me ! AKA, an edgy teen who has the tendency to snap at any form of creature capable of speech.
Well. I definitely missed being the sarcastic English sassy damsel.
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