hmmm the reasoning my dad used when i finally reached the year i had soo looked forward to in secondary school, the pick your own options to go with the complusary subjects.
instead of filling in my choices of drama and pottery and whatever else i wanted to do i was stuck with.....
commerce/typing, cos they'll need secretaries and typists after armageddon (song book sweat shop here I come)
sewing....they'll need seamstresses for making clothes after armageddon.
cookery/homemaking....after armageddon survival skill, had that one in he bag already...surving mothers cooking skills.
i was like....well whats wrong with pottery won't they need plates????
my sewing teacher wanted me in her class about as much as i wanted to be there, after turning her sewing machines into the singer version of crash test dummies,she used to get squinty eyed and jittery and form a human barrier in front of her diminishing working machines and hand me a pair of socks to darn or give me a cupboard to clean out.
but jehovah provides and saved me from the persecution of the smell of burning/breaking sewing machines, i got to class one day to find that the smurfs had left me a fully formed nightie with all the required gathering stitching hemming and whatever else it needed for my coursework submission neatly bagged and labelled.
ironically when i was last doing home care work, i came across the same teacher who by then was dependant on carers and motorised wheelchair and hoist for getting her to and from her wheelchair to bed. i can only imagine her joy when she saw me again....and i was the one using the controls.