Bad school memory- from light to heavy

JustaMom
Fri, 14 Nov 2008 10:45:24 +0000

I’ll play…in 3rd grade (1966), my mom remarried. She changed her last name, let’s say from Smith to Jones. The first day back to school after the wedding I wrote my name at the top of the page "just"aMom Jones. The teacher (Mrs. Dalton) asked me to stand up at the front of the class, and loudly berated me for using a “fake” name. "YOU are NOT "just"aMom Jones! You are “just"aMom SMITH! You have NOT been adopted!” I thought I would die on the spot. I loved my step-dad with all my heart (he was better to me and my brother than our own father) and all I wanted was to share his name.

Wow, I cannot believe it can still evoke the feelings it does.