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The continuing saga of Thida, which I'd typed up for a bboard a year or so ago. Please let me know if you like it. If you hate it, well I'll interpret silence as no-one wants to read about my past.

At age 8, my parents decided to send me off to West Downs the boys’ boarding school run by my grandparents. I loved the academics, because it had a well-deserved good reputation and you moved up in the classes according to how well you do on the exams rather than by age. I loathed everything else about it. I missed my family terribly. It was cold and draughty. I was one of only 10 girls in a school of 200. And most of the kids hated me on sight, because I was the headmaster’s grand-daughter. Two of my cousins were also there, but they had started before me and they stuck together. I think they knew I wasn’t going to be there for the long-term. They also weren’t nerds and were good at sports, so they fit in better.

But I did have one friend named Victoria Morse. She was a fellow nerd. I lost contact with her, but I still think fondly of her. Hey, it's interconnected world out there, so I'll give it a shot. If anyone for some reason knows a Victoria Morse in England, please tell her to contact me.

My parents decided to move to California and while they were getting things sorted out, for a couple months they moved into the flat where my grandparents lived at West Downs. We weren’t allowed to see each other any more often than other families, which was once a week on the weekends. Then my parents took a cross-country trip across the US for a couple months. They took my brother and sister and left me behind at West Downs. My brother really really missed me and began every postcard with “Dear Thida, I miss you a lot.” I think the only good thing I can really say about that year and a half is that I gained a new appreciation of my brother.

So at age 9 and 9 months, I went from West Downs to 6th grade at a Catholic school in Davis California called St. James. I suffered massive culture shock. I thought boys were for kicking not kissing.

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waterowl
Jan. 12th, 2006 01:39 am (UTC)
Mary Anne Mohanraj said...

I like it. :-)

8/26/2005 07:20:56 AM

Plantgirl said...

silence = I haven't had the time/concentration to give your entries the attention they deserve. I'm catching up today, and I'm enjoying learning about your past!

8/26/2005 01:22:55 PM

Thida said...

Thanks Mary Anne and plantgirl! Glad to learn you like it.

8/27/2005 05:22:48 PM

gconnor said...

Just got back from vacation, and I managed to find your post some 350 entries back. Thanks for posting it. Write more, I'll keep reading :)

9/03/2005 10:28:28 AM

Thida said...

Thanks Greg! That was kind of you to look so far back. You must really like reading! Welcome back!

9/06/2005 04:02:02 PM
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