My Favourite Things: Just One More Page
One of the things I got into the most trouble over when I was a kid had to be books. Being a kid who finished work very quickly, I went through a school system that didn't really encourage students to find other work to do when they were finished their assigned work, so naturally, I was often bored. Left to my own devices, it certainly didn't take me long to get into trouble during those early years, looking for something to do. I can't even name the amount of times I had to sit in a corner or by myself or stay in at recess or write lines because I didn't have anything to do. I wasn't allowed to read, I just had to sit there and wait until everyone else was done. And for a rather precocious and active kid, that wasn't going to happen.
The miracle happened in grade three when I discovered that my teacher never checked to see if I
The Just One More Page Disease was acquired about this time and it has never been cured. My forays under the staircase lasted only about thirty minutes at first, then eventually crept up to over an hour because I had the Just One More Page Disease. Then the symptoms began showing up at night. Oh, no, what was a poor girl to do. Because the symptoms were so severe, I had to give in or else the pain of not knowing would last all night long and I would be a basket-case in the morning. However, the Just One More Page Disease eventually wore down my immune system as I wasn't getting enough rest and I remember my grade four year being the worst when it came to being ill. After purchasing a flashlight with my pocket money, the Disease reared its ugly head and became a huge problem. Soon it became the Just One More Chapter Disease and I knew I was in trouble.