On Assignment, Why Do I Pay the Price? a[euro]Ancient Civilizations, like You Know, Mum, the Kinda Stuff That Was Happening Ages Ago When You Were a Kida[euro]

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I'VE been sprung. Big time.

Nothing has been said directly to my face but there is no doubt in my mind: fingers are pointing in my direction.

To be honest, as I was committing the offence I knew that I was on dodgy ground. There was a little niggling voice in the back of my head saying, a[approximately]You're going to regret this, it's not the right thing to do, it's going to come back to bite you on the bum'. But did I listen?

In my defence, the nagging voice urging me on (which was coming out of my youngest) was more persistent and a whole lot more annoying than the niggling voice inside my head warning me of the danger. So really, when you look at the evidence, I was at a disadvantage from the outset.

And my crime? Well, it all began on Sunday night, right in the middle of an episode of Dancing With The Stars. My youngest walked into the living room, stood in front of the television and announced, a[approximately]I've got a history assignment due tomorrow'.

You know it's the strangest thing; I've never been able to figure this out. The teachers at her school always seem to set homework for a[approximately]tomorrow'. Never for next week or next term or even the end of the week. Nope. It's always due a[approximately]tomorrow'.

I knew I was going to regret it but couldn't help asking, "Okay, sweetie, so what's the assignment about?a

"Ancient civilizations, like you know, mum, the kinda stuff that was happening ages ago when you were a kid."

"Oh, yes, like when I was a kid. I remember it well, me and Cleopatra and Nefertiti all hanging out at the Sphinx disco and partying at the pyramids a ah, the good old days." Give me a break. …


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