The things we pass on

I saw it coming from a mile away. Seated on the hard wooden bench pushed against the wall to wall mirrors, I saw her face go red, the timid half-smile replaced with a wide-eyed look of terror. The eyes going wide in an attempt to not let the tears welling in the tear ducts overwhelmContinue reading “The things we pass on”

We don’t need any didication: a portrait of an alternative school’s Christmas cabaret

Ahhh, Christmas concerts. The combination of intense shyness, clumsiness and perpetual emotional turmoil proved to be a lethal comination for me whenever Christmas concert time rolled around. In parent(thesis) this is your life in Xmas concerts! Grade 5:Morning of the Christmas concert- receive 69% on a geography exam. 69%! The horror! The travesty of justice!Continue reading “We don’t need any didication: a portrait of an alternative school’s Christmas cabaret”