You know how you think you did something but it's bounced around in your head so many times you can't be sure. So just in case, you go ahead and hope you don't boor anyone. Well here goes.
My schooling was in some ways different from my friends. They all went through the same schools together while I took a 3 year side trip to a Catholic school. The thing was our district (township) went only through the 8th grade then we had to go into the city district for 9th through 12th. Well I rejoined my friends in 9th, as tuition was a burden on the parents.
In the city it was time for the beginning of selectives for us. I took a home ec (that's what girls did then) class and the sewing part was the worse class I have ever taken. There was no problem with the others, as coming from a Catholic school I had the advantage of being almost an entire year ahead on the subjects. But of course not home ec. The teacher seemed to have a prejudice for the 'country' kids. At least in the class period I had.
All beginners had to make an apron with a bib. I was so excited to learn and we bought all the supplies needed, and if I remember right, a very pretty pattern. Well I managed to followed the instructions she gave and got it all cut out. Even got it gathered. Now to assemble the bib to it and waist tie. It stumped me. Looking back with what I know now, it should have been easy. But no, I was stopped completely. I ask the teacher for help and was put off with "in a minute" on a daily basis. Needless to say the deadline for that step was not met and I was to stay after and work on it. I met with no success after school from her. One of the girls working after class (for extra credit and making her pompon skirt) started to help me and was reprimanded and threatened with a lower grade if she did that again. I went home that night and told mom I wanted to drop the class and why.
The next day she went to the principal and said her piece. They called in a couple of the girls who were staying after and also some in my class to verify my complaint. Well the jist of the story is I was allowed to go to study hall for the rest of the year yet was given a C for the class. I never even went back in that room to retrieve my supplies.
I never thought again about sewing until I got married and a machine came with the purchase of a vacuum cleaner. Fortunately I'm a stubborn gal and bought a pattern to make a dress from my new little girl. It was also fortunate that a neighbor just two houses down was a very experienced sewer and more than willing to help in anyway she could. There is still a lot about sewing I should know, but I never give up. Procrastinate some, lol, but keep plugging.
Well I hope this didn't send you nap taking. Guess we can't always remember if we repeat ourselves.
Now to get to work around here. Have a good day.