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Connie continues to get herself into trouble.
A chapter in the book Remembering Yesterday
Further Teenage Trouble
by BethShelby
For new readers, who may not have read my author notes, this is written in a conversational way as I talk to my deceased husband. When I refer to someone just as "you" this means I am addressing my husband, Evan.
Connie continued going to the Learning Center once a week, and her grades there were all A’s. The teacher claimed that she was very intelligent. She was doing as well in math as any in other subject. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if all this praise had to do with the $25 per hour the center was getting for a private tutor.
When school started, we did allow Connie to go to public school, mostly because we were almost embarrassed to send her back where she got into trouble so often. Her grades were better here, but we wondered if perhaps the public school standards weren’t as high as those in private school.
One day, the teacher from the Learning Center called and told us that she would like to see Connie tested by a psychologist. She felt Connie was suffering from Attention Deficit Disorder or ADD, which is often associated with hyperactivity. There was no doubt in our minds that Don suffered from that. He was never tested because when he was in the lower grades, it wasn’t something teachers were focused on. Connie’s teacher gave us the name of a psychologist, and we made an appointment. We were given many forms for the two of us to fill out, as well as Connie.
The day came for the testing, and he interviewed you and me separately. Connie was with him for over an hour. We waited anxiously for the results. When we got them, we were shocked and disheartened. His conclusion was that she did not have ADD. She was a juvenile delinquent. He added that if things continued in the way they were going, she would soon be in trouble with the law.
No! Not our child. We had done our best to raise her right. She was no law-breaking juvenile delinquent. We didn’t believe that for a second. Connie seemed shocked herself when she learned what the man had said.
Connie was making friends in the new school. Now, instead of you driving her to school, she was catching a school bus on the corner and she had one friend in the neighborhood in her class. The girl’s name was Danielle. Halloween came and Connie asked if she could go over to Danielle’s house and watch a movie with her. We said she could go, as long as she was back home early.
Around ten, we got a call from the Sheriff’s Department saying that we should meet him a couple of streets over from ours, because he had our daughter in custody.
It turned out Connie had lied to us. Valerie, the girl from last year’s private school, had picked the girls up. Valerie’s boyfriend, who was older, had bought liquor. Later, Valerie put Connie and Danielle out on the street and Connie was drinking from a cup, but Danielle had a beer. When the Sheriff drove by they tried to hide what they were drinking, and he stopped them. He could smell the liquor on Connie’s breath.
We went over, and it was a bad scene. Danielle’s parents were there as well. Her mother was crying and her dad appeared drunk. He was demanding they take the girls to Juvenile Detention Center and lock them up. He called Connie a little bitch. The Sheriff gave Connie a ticket to appear in court, and released her into our custody. I’m not sure what happened to Danielle, but apparently she had been in a lot of trouble before.
We were so upset and disappointed in our daughter that we didn’t dare express our feelings to her right away. We told her to go to bed, and we’d deal with it later. We were amazed that the psychologist’s prediction had come true within a week. Connie would not be allowed to visit Valerie’s home again.
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Don and Christi had been having trouble getting work. Mostly, they worked temporary jobs all summer. Christi had decided against going back to school in the fall, and she was trying to sell cosmetics, but she wasn’t having a lot of luck. Her parties kept getting canceled.
At one point before school started, all of us went down to Florida to visit Carol and Glen. We had been there on my birthday in September. I took the kids to the Disney World Epcot Center on Sunday. You didn’t feel up to it, but the rest of us had a wonderful time. I was sorry you missed it, but at least we didn’t have to stop every hour for coffee.
Carol and Glen were living in an apartment, but they were thinking about buying a lot and building a house in a new subdivision in DeBary, Florida. They would have about a thirty-mile commute to Florida Hospital.
In the fall, Don went back to the University of Tennessee to take the last course he would need before getting into Life Chiropractic College in January.
I’ve been asked to list the names and ages of the family members.
This is Us:
Evan is 59 and a retired Drafting supervisor from Chevron Oil.
Beth is 51 and has had a variety of jobs. She is presently working a new job with a local printing company.
Carol is 28, a nurse at Florida Hospital in Orlando. She is married and living in Florida
Glen Egolf is Carol’s husband. He is 25 and soon will get his nursing degree from Southern College in Orlando.
Don is a twin. He is 26 and plans to go to Life Chiropractic College for the Spring Semester.
Christi is Don’s twin and she’s had almost enough hours for a college degree. At present, she is selling cosmetics
Kimberly Dye is Don’s girlfriend. She is a nurse and is living in an apartment and working at Valley Hospital.
Connie is our youngest daughter. She is fifteen. She is in her second year of high school.
Others mentioned in this chapter are Valerie and Danielle. Both are Connie’s friends.
For new readers, who may not have read my author notes, this is written in a conversational way as I talk to my deceased husband. When I refer to someone just as "you" this means I am addressing my husband, Evan.
Connie continued going to the Learning Center once a week, and her grades there were all A’s. The teacher claimed that she was very intelligent. She was doing as well in math as any in other subject. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if all this praise had to do with the $25 per hour the center was getting for a private tutor.
When school started, we did allow Connie to go to public school, mostly because we were almost embarrassed to send her back where she got into trouble so often. Her grades were better here, but we wondered if perhaps the public school standards weren’t as high as those in private school.
One day, the teacher from the Learning Center called and told us that she would like to see Connie tested by a psychologist. She felt Connie was suffering from Attention Deficit Disorder or ADD, which is often associated with hyperactivity. There was no doubt in our minds that Don suffered from that. He was never tested because when he was in the lower grades, it wasn’t something teachers were focused on. Connie’s teacher gave us the name of a psychologist, and we made an appointment. We were given many forms for the two of us to fill out, as well as Connie.
The day came for the testing, and he interviewed you and me separately. Connie was with him for over an hour. We waited anxiously for the results. When we got them, we were shocked and disheartened. His conclusion was that she did not have ADD. She was a juvenile delinquent. He added that if things continued in the way they were going, she would soon be in trouble with the law.
No! Not our child. We had done our best to raise her right. She was no law-breaking juvenile delinquent. We didn’t believe that for a second. Connie seemed shocked herself when she learned what the man had said.
Connie was making friends in the new school. Now, instead of you driving her to school, she was catching a school bus on the corner and she had one friend in the neighborhood in her class. The girl’s name was Danielle. Halloween came and Connie asked if she could go over to Danielle’s house and watch a movie with her. We said she could go, as long as she was back home early.
Around ten, we got a call from the Sheriff’s Department saying that we should meet him a couple of streets over from ours, because he had our daughter in custody.
It turned out Connie had lied to us. Valerie, the girl from last year’s private school, had picked the girls up. Valerie’s boyfriend, who was older, had bought liquor. Later, Valerie put Connie and Danielle out on the street and Connie was drinking from a cup, but Danielle had a beer. When the Sheriff drove by they tried to hide what they were drinking, and he stopped them. He could smell the liquor on Connie’s breath.
We went over, and it was a bad scene. Danielle’s parents were there as well. Her mother was crying and her dad appeared drunk. He was demanding they take the girls to Juvenile Detention Center and lock them up. He called Connie a little bitch. The Sheriff gave Connie a ticket to appear in court, and released her into our custody. I’m not sure what happened to Danielle, but apparently she had been in a lot of trouble before.
We were so upset and disappointed in our daughter that we didn’t dare express our feelings to her right away. We told her to go to bed, and we’d deal with it later. We were amazed that the psychologist’s prediction had come true within a week. Connie would not be allowed to visit Valerie’s home again.
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Don and Christi had been having trouble getting work. Mostly, they worked temporary jobs all summer. Christi had decided against going back to school in the fall, and she was trying to sell cosmetics, but she wasn’t having a lot of luck. Her parties kept getting canceled.
At one point before school started, all of us went down to Florida to visit Carol and Glen. We had been there on my birthday in September. I took the kids to the Disney World Epcot Center on Sunday. You didn’t feel up to it, but the rest of us had a wonderful time. I was sorry you missed it, but at least we didn’t have to stop every hour for coffee.
Carol and Glen were living in an apartment, but they were thinking about buying a lot and building a house in a new subdivision in DeBary, Florida. They would have about a thirty-mile commute to Florida Hospital.
In the fall, Don went back to the University of Tennessee to take the last course he would need before getting into Life Chiropractic College in January.
I’ve been asked to list the names and ages of the family members.
This is Us:
Evan is 59 and a retired Drafting supervisor from Chevron Oil.
Beth is 51 and has had a variety of jobs. She is presently working a new job with a local printing company.
Carol is 28, a nurse at Florida Hospital in Orlando. She is married and living in Florida
Glen Egolf is Carol’s husband. He is 25 and soon will get his nursing degree from Southern College in Orlando.
Don is a twin. He is 26 and plans to go to Life Chiropractic College for the Spring Semester.
Christi is Don’s twin and she’s had almost enough hours for a college degree. At present, she is selling cosmetics
Kimberly Dye is Don’s girlfriend. She is a nurse and is living in an apartment and working at Valley Hospital.
Connie is our youngest daughter. She is fifteen. She is in her second year of high school.
Others mentioned in this chapter are Valerie and Danielle. Both are Connie’s friends.
Connie continued going to the Learning Center once a week, and her grades there were all A’s. The teacher claimed that she was very intelligent. She was doing as well in math as any in other subject. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if all this praise had to do with the $25 per hour the center was getting for a private tutor.
When school started, we did allow Connie to go to public school, mostly because we were almost embarrassed to send her back where she got into trouble so often. Her grades were better here, but we wondered if perhaps the public school standards weren’t as high as those in private school.
One day, the teacher from the Learning Center called and told us that she would like to see Connie tested by a psychologist. She felt Connie was suffering from Attention Deficit Disorder or ADD, which is often associated with hyperactivity. There was no doubt in our minds that Don suffered from that. He was never tested because when he was in the lower grades, it wasn’t something teachers were focused on. Connie’s teacher gave us the name of a psychologist, and we made an appointment. We were given many forms for the two of us to fill out, as well as Connie.
The day came for the testing, and he interviewed you and me separately. Connie was with him for over an hour. We waited anxiously for the results. When we got them, we were shocked and disheartened. His conclusion was that she did not have ADD. She was a juvenile delinquent. He added that if things continued in the way they were going, she would soon be in trouble with the law.
No! Not our child. We had done our best to raise her right. She was no law-breaking juvenile delinquent. We didn’t believe that for a second. Connie seemed shocked herself when she learned what the man had said.
Connie was making friends in the new school. Now, instead of you driving her to school, she was catching a school bus on the corner and she had one friend in the neighborhood in her class. The girl’s name was Danielle. Halloween came and Connie asked if she could go over to Danielle’s house and watch a movie with her. We said she could go, as long as she was back home early.
Around ten, we got a call from the Sheriff’s Department saying that we should meet him a couple of streets over from ours, because he had our daughter in custody.
It turned out Connie had lied to us. Valerie, the girl from last year’s private school, had picked the girls up. Valerie’s boyfriend, who was older, had bought liquor. Later, Valerie put Connie and Danielle out on the street and Connie was drinking from a cup, but Danielle had a beer. When the Sheriff drove by they tried to hide what they were drinking, and he stopped them. He could smell the liquor on Connie’s breath.
We went over, and it was a bad scene. Danielle’s parents were there as well. Her mother was crying and her dad appeared drunk. He was demanding they take the girls to Juvenile Detention Center and lock them up. He called Connie a little bitch. The Sheriff gave Connie a ticket to appear in court, and released her into our custody. I’m not sure what happened to Danielle, but apparently she had been in a lot of trouble before.
We were so upset and disappointed in our daughter that we didn’t dare express our feelings to her right away. We told her to go to bed, and we’d deal with it later. We were amazed that the psychologist’s prediction had come true within a week. Connie would not be allowed to visit Valerie’s home again.
********
Don and Christi had been having trouble getting work. Mostly, they worked temporary jobs all summer. Christi had decided against going back to school in the fall, and she was trying to sell cosmetics, but she wasn’t having a lot of luck. Her parties kept getting canceled.
At one point before school started, all of us went down to Florida to visit Carol and Glen. We had been there on my birthday in September. I took the kids to the Disney World Epcot Center on Sunday. You didn’t feel up to it, but the rest of us had a wonderful time. I was sorry you missed it, but at least we didn’t have to stop every hour for coffee.
Carol and Glen were living in an apartment, but they were thinking about buying a lot and building a house in a new subdivision in DeBary, Florida. They would have about a thirty-mile commute to Florida Hospital.
In the fall, Don went back to the University of Tennessee to take the last course he would need before getting into Life Chiropractic College in January.
I’ve been asked to list the names and ages of the family members.
This is Us:
Evan is 59 and a retired Drafting supervisor from Chevron Oil.
Beth is 51 and has had a variety of jobs. She is presently working a new job with a local printing company.
Carol is 28, a nurse at Florida Hospital in Orlando. She is married and living in Florida
Glen Egolf is Carol’s husband. He is 25 and soon will get his nursing degree from Southern College in Orlando.
Don is a twin. He is 26 and plans to go to Life Chiropractic College for the Spring Semester.
Christi is Don’s twin and she’s had almost enough hours for a college degree. At present, she is selling cosmetics
Kimberly Dye is Don’s girlfriend. She is a nurse and is living in an apartment and working at Valley Hospital.
Connie is our youngest daughter. She is fifteen. She is in her second year of high school.
Others mentioned in this chapter are Valerie and Danielle. Both are Connie’s friends.
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