Today was a nice sunny day with a breeze that sang and a humidity that is breathable. I happily jumped on a bus to a village school and my heart sang as I took pictures of Rosita, a little girl with Morquio's Syndrome. I didn't know the little girl or that syndrome a week ago, but since it has become my life, mostly because I have to right a case paper on Rosa for a special needs class that I am taking, but also because this sort of things is my niche.
Well, while I was in my prime, the height of my purpose and being, on this beautiful day, I had no idea that my name was suffering humiliation that I am not sure how I can recover. It is sort of a long story, but to keep it short you will have to already know that (a) My mom just got back from visiting in California (b) while she was away, I failed my teaching practicum. I emailed her the details and we hadn't talked much about it. Whatever, I failed and I am getting over it.
Ready for the daunt-dun-dunn and a flash of lightening?
While I was gone she walked to the college and spoke to a professor while I failed !!!
Et Tu Brutus? I know that she meant while by doing it, but it is so horrifying that she did it but that makes me look a thousand of things (why do I care? I have no idea, but I do). I know that she was just a concern parent.... but I am in college (and almost finished too, despite failing the practical). I think I am mature enough to represent myself, if I had a question about it. I have never regretted being 21 years old living with my mother until today. Why would she do that? I always prided myself that I had a mother who knew the balance between emotional support and interfering. The sadly ironic thing is the professor that she spoke to is the one that always sang professional development to me.... Oh sigh!