With a steady firm tug on my arm, Miss Monroe took me out of the study class and lead me back into the corridor. “Oh, you may keep the handkerchief, I have plenty more just like that one, I shall at the soonest moment possible talk to Mrs Watson about you.” Miss Monroe soon turned on her heals and walked away, I held the laced handkerchief in my hands, staring at it.

I had failed again, as much as I did not want to spoil the delicate and sweet perfumed laced handkerchief and I blew my nose, now I was really upset, not only had I failed, but I had just gone and put my foot right in it. There was only one real way of getting out of not seeing Mrs Watson, and that was not to turn up at the college tomorrow.

I had a feeling that as soon as Miss Monroe tell Mrs Watson about me, she would want to see me at her soonest convenience, which would be tomorrow, especially as soon as Miss Monroe tells Mrs Watson exactly what I had just told to her. I knew that at least I would be able to get away with not attending college, being the star pupil of the Arts Class and if I call in sick, I would not be questioned.

Miss Monroe had not as so much given me a hug, which was even more upsetting, I returned to my flat, feeling utterly gutted. I had to somehow get my self to be apart of the Feminist Study Class, but there was only one real option and I did not relish the thought of what I had to do, in order for me to achieve my goal.

I had no choice, but to call up my mother and be prepared to stay over for a few days, for I knew that just a quick visit would not be enough to convince her in order for her to help me, I would have to swallow my pride and try to endure a few days worth of humiliation. I rang my mother up, she was quite surprised to hear my voice on the phone, to my surprise I found out that I would not have to stay for a few days, because if I did that, I would have to agree to go back and live with her.

My mother had decided that I will have to learn everything the hard way, if I truly wanted her help with something, yes I would have to pay the ultimate price and I accepted of course, because I was desperate enough to do so. I did not go to college as planned, but I got a concerned telephone call from Mrs Watson. I lied to her of course, telling her that my mother was actually with me and that we were making things up to each other, so I no longer needed her help.

Mrs Watson was easier to convince than I first thought, but I was not looking forward to spending even just the one day with my Mother, which was exactly on the day I had phoned her, which was on Tuesday. I had soon arrived at my mothers house and she immediately took me into the ball room where hung out for me was a pretty frilly pink Tu Tu, which I knew that I had to wear for the rest of my stay with my mother.