The week seemed to blaze right by me, having been up to my neck in dull meetings surrounding a number of film projects. Before I knew it, the ominous Home study had arrived, and I was scrambling to get things prepared. At around 11:30 am, I received a call from the same Miss Bridget Johnson of the CDSS about our upcoming “date”, and mentioned how she would be at my front steps in one hour.
“Nervous” could not describe how I felt when the time came. “Terrified beyond belief” would be a better description.
After tidying up everything I possibly could, especially my room, I slumped down on my couch and breathed an exhausted sigh. Almost like clockwork right after 12:30 struck, my door bell rang. I anxiously got up from my seat and headed towards the door. One thing I was always taught under social situations is that the first impression is the one that leaves the biggest impact.
