Peg Kerr's Journal

I had a teacher who insisted I didn't know how to spell my first name (which is a variant of a, no longer, common name).

She told me, after I'd written it out, that I was wrong, my name wasn't 'x' it was really 'y'.

I apparently came home in tears (shame, frustration, I don't recall).

She got an earful from my mother.

There were a couple of more incidents in the course of the year. I learned a lot, she, not so much.

TK