I dont remember the date. Or the year or if it was a District or Circuit. What I do remember is that we rode up with a car full of other female witnesses. My dad was unable to attend for some reason. I think he had just had surgery. In anycase... There are like six of us in the van. I REALLY didnt want to go. REALLY REALLY REALLY. I begged. I bribed. I did everything I could not to go- even saying I had to stay home to help dad out. I was 15? In anycase. I made some remark and got instnt reproof from all the sisters in the car. So I did what every teenager does and sank into the back of the van, pulled my headphones on and disappeared.
The next day AT the assembly. I roamed around. I walked my a@@ off. But I had brought a blanket and a pillow INSIDE with me. Carried it to my seat. I was also a avid writer at the time (all stories NO JW should ever read let alone write. Vampires, ghosts, sex, pornographic stuff lol) I wrote until my arm fell off, not hearing a single word that was said. Then I pulled my headphones from my bag, wrapped up in my blanket, popped my pillow under my head and nodded off wit the walkman on LOUD. I know the sisters and brothers around us could hear it but nothing was said. Whats even better was that it was ANDREW WK, and the one song on there that I played and replayed over and over was I WANT SEX. He screams it about 500 times during the song. I fell asleep. SLept through damn near the entire day.
Needless to say Mom was NOT impresssed. But she never stopped it either. I think she had given up at that point. But then my mom was never confrontational either. I think she probably just sighed and cried to the other sisters....seeing as how she did leave the room that night to go to the other sisters room for several hours...I wasnt invited....ha.
I know I did the same thing the next day too. Wrote pages up on pages up on pages of story, all the while my walk- man screaming I WANT SEX into my teenage ears.
The ride home was....interesting to say the least. I was pretty much avoided- even in the small cramped van, other than a lecture by the other sisters when my mom wasnt around about how I was hurting my mom, and Jehovah of course. I just shrugged, glared at them and said "I didnt want to come to this crap anyway." then something about bringing up children in the lords way or some other crap like that from them. I think i basically just turned my music up higher and dove into my writing.
Oh, one more memory. Since dad was an elder he gave talks at other congregations frequently. I remember being an avid writer then too. I remember more than one brother (and sister) complimenting me on my "note-taking". I just smiled and nodded. My dad always gave me this look of dont you dare say anything , dont you dare- he knew what i was doing, but couldnt stop it. I would take about a page of notes ont he actual talk just to convinve him I was doing what I was supposed to then I would turn the page and hop on off.About the only way I could STAND to be at the meetings and not die from boredom or from laughing my a@@ off at the rediculousness of it all.