The Rejected One

Hello everyone!

Let me reiterate how pleased I am with all of you. Thank you for adding to my blog. Please link me to yours so that I can read and learn more about you.

I've just returned from an exhausting day at school and am looking at a stack of Maths test papers to mark. So, instead of scrutinizing numerous sets of working on the Sine and Cosine Rule, I've decided to write about my life.

I had a hard childhood. Born the youngest of three children (my two brothers being 10 and 13 years older than me), I had to bear the brunt of my brothers' bullying. They tell me that they had asked God for a plaything and I was the answer to their prayers :).

But honestly, having brothers who were so much older than me wasn't half bad. The worst thing about my childhood was the rejection that I faced. My parents had such difficulty trying to find a primary school for me. I remember being dragged around from school to school only to be told that they had no vacancies for me. It wasn't because I was stupid or ugly (I hope). There was apparently a very good reason why they could not take me in. Can anyone tell me why? (Hint: think about my age and what was happening during that time).

Yummy chocolates await the person who can give me the most imaginative explanation. Of course, the one who gets the most accurate answer also gets something.