Comments on: My Opal http://jennawoestman.com/2009/07/10/my-opal/ a memoir in eleventy billion parts Tue, 07 Feb 2012 01:40:13 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.com/ By: Mom W http://jennawoestman.com/2009/07/10/my-opal/#comment-2637 Fri, 10 Jul 2009 19:26:27 +0000 http://jennawoestman.com/?p=4333#comment-2637 I had a favorite ring when I was in high school, it was an opal ring my great aunt Mellie (Emelia) gave me. She was our favorite aunt, our babysitter. One day, during gym class, someone stole the ring and my 8th grade graduation watch out of my gym locker. I was devastated. I was so upset, I pretended to miss the bus after school, then walked the mile and a half to my Aunt Mellie’s house. My dad picked me up on his way home from work to take me home. I never did get that ring back. The high school I went to was the same one my dad graduated from. But it went through a cross section of town from our middle class area to the slums. And it was the 70′s. We had armed security guards in the halls at all times and we had 3 race riots my freshman year.

For your Mom, When Tony was in High School, he took a class on Family Life (required!). He did not like the teacher or the class. The teacher made them sit in a circle and talk about their feelings all the time. He hated it and didn’t want to talk to her about his feelings on anything. So he always came out with wierd things to tell her. When we went in for P-T conferences, she was so glad we came because we had a son who was “so troubled”. She told us Tony hated us, had no family ties, when he graduated HS (if he didn’t drop out!) he was going to move as far away as he could and never come home! He didn’t care about his brothers etc. She wanted to get us into family counseling! He sure got a talking to when we got home.
Boy this was a long comment, sorry!! :-)

]]> By: M.A. Smith http://jennawoestman.com/2009/07/10/my-opal/#comment-2635 Fri, 10 Jul 2009 18:40:33 +0000 http://jennawoestman.com/?p=4333#comment-2635 I was a weird teenager who never wrote any angsty poetry, which isn’t to say that I didn’t feel gloomy from time to time, I just didn’t write about it.

My birthstone is the opal.

And that is all for now.

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