Too be honest I have always been a terribly weepy person, (especially at that time of the month...) When I was in Secondary School I always used to cry in French class,
Especially in second and third year. My teacher Ms. M, hated me or that's what I thought. Basically anytime I hadn't done my homework or I had forgotten my homework copy my teacher used to scream at me and make me feel extremely embarrassed and uncomfortable. Then I would ball my eyes out.
I remember one time I left my homework copybook in my locker and she came down to my locker and took everything out of my locker and tidied my locker for me and took my copybook to correct. Everyone around me thought it was hilarious.
But I will never forget the time when we were discussing transition year in French class and I said categorically "I am not doing it" another 5 other students also stated they were not doing it. But at the end of class she said in front of everyone "Sarah will you stay back, I want to talk to you" I was freaked out, did I forget to hand up some homework???
But no!! She wanted to tell me how stupid I am for deciding to not to Transition year, Stating I am to young, too immature,
It will be the biggest mistake I will ever make, asking Have you talked to your parents? Anyway she made me feel so small.
When I told my Mom she was fuming, How dare she try to meddle into my personal choices. The thing that bothered me was that half some of the other students in my french class who were skipping transition year were younger than me... and she didn't embarrass them or question them..
Perhaps some people reading this will agree with Ms. M and say Transition year was the best year ever and that I made a huge mistake not doing it... but my brother did it and although he loved the first half of the year with the musical, trips and all that Jazz but the second half of the year was totally half arsed and he hated going to school because they literally weren't doing anything everyday, free classes are no use when you don't get any homework in anything...So no I don't regret it at all.
Another thing that makes or has made me cry is Jacqueline Wilson books, I remember being on a flight from Spain to Ireland when I was 10 or 11 years old and sobbing the whole way back, people on the plane must of thought I was so devastated to be coming back to Ireland...
I cried when my ex boyfriend told me that his ex girlfriend had cheated on him. I felt really really sad I think I crossed the line between sympathetic and over sympathetic....
Anyway my most recent cry came today when I was reading a book called "Room" It's got to be the most saddest book I have read in along time. I was reading it at the apartment last night whilst waiting for my boyfriend to get home and was sobbing away when my boyfriend came in the door... He thought someone had died
But the thing I hate most when I'm crying is when someone gets angry and starts giving out to me for crying and complaining that I am embarrassing them. My ex boyfriend used to do this. He used to fight with me a lot and sometimes I ended up crying on the street or on the train or the bus. The last time I cried in public was the day me and my boyfriend went to the second solicitor.