Quit Mid-Term:
Sunday School
My teacher traced the outline of my body on a big piece of paper for Art.
I didn't believe that the entirety of me ( my "self" or my "soul" ? ) fit inside the finite space. It seemed so small.
I argued with the teacher and my parents let me quit. There must have been other reasons.
Skating lessons
Fluorescent lighting, buzzing lights, too many spectators, too big and impersonal
My father taught me outdoors instead.
Organ lessons
The teacher was a very strict, old-fashioned Welsh guy. He came to our house.
I was scared of him for some reason.
I also took ballet, tap dance and gymnastics for one term each.
I completed the terms but didn't return because I have no physical coordination
Regrets:
I regret never eating in my school cafeterias or going to any dances in high school.
I was so frightened I hid in the library at lunch and on my breaks. I didn't join anything.
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