DP Daily Prompt: Wrong Turns

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When was the last time you got lost? Was it an enjoyable experience or a stressful one ? Tell us about it.

The last time we got lost was a while ago. We were returning to Gander from Waterville Maine, my husband was driving, there were two possible routes we were told by the man in a garage, one was shorter than the other. I told my husband to take the  I 95 route but he wanted to take the shorter route, unfortunately my husband had the habit of driving faster than the speed limit, on our way we saw oncoming cars flashing their light, I did not understand what it meant neither did my husband. He continued to drive above speed limit, suddenly we saw a traffic police, he raised his hand to stop.

My husband according to him was driving 75 mph, where the limit was 60 mph. He took the licence number and slapped us with a $100 .00 ticket. My husband learned the hard way that he should obey the traffic rules. It was a funny experience how my husband was trying to explain, he really wasn’t speeding, because of the downhill it seemed he was. This kind of lame excuse did not satisfy the guy, he wrote the ticket anyway.

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DP Daily Prompt: Futures Past

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As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? How close are you from that vision?

I love talking about my childhood, in my early years in school,I had no idea what I wanted to be when I grew up. I was always concerned about the present,one of my weakness was ‘homework’, if I got it done it was great, if not what kind of punishment will I endure, especially when nuns are your teachers. I didn’t wait to see I took matters in my own hand, pretended I was sick. Some days my excuse was it’s too cold, or I had a headache or stomach ache.

While it satisfied my father it didn’t my big sister, she’d scream at the top of her lungs accusing Dad for spoiling me.Then there was my big brother who’d sit by my side and with a broad smile would ask,”what was your excuse today?”

I of course would reply, “Do not talk too much big brother.”

This excuse of mine went on for a while, my father never questioned me, I’m sure he knew I was making an excuse to skip school.

When my father died the whole thing changed in my life , we moved to my parents city, my brother bought a house for us to live. There was no fooling around with school, big brother was at the helm, not knowing what he’d do made me very cautious, I started thinking about what I wanted to do when I grew up,the idea of teaching was on the top of my list.

I studied as much as I needed to get through in school,in college the pattern didn’t change, when I stepped in the university it suddenly dawned on me, I must study seriously or I’d fail the courses. I worked hard, my teachers were pleased with my performance, I was slowly reaching the top of the ladder of success, big sister of course was not ready to believe me but my teacher’s did which was more important than what my sister thought.

My final step to success was an education degree, which I was able to get without much trouble. My sister thought I shouldn’t tell anyone I have an education degree, people will make fun of you she said!

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DP daily Prompt: Saved by the Bell

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Tell us about a time when you managed to extract yourself from a sticky situation .

This happened to me when I was in third standard,one of my friends didn’t do her homework I just went into the classroom to unload my books, she got hold of me and asked me if I would lend her my book so she could copy my work.

I didn’t really want to do that, I couldn’t think of an excuse, I was hoping the bell would ring and I’d be able to make that as an excuse not  to share my work with her, to my delight the bell did ring, I told her I couldn’t give her my book because we were required to go out and join the rest of the school for prayer. I thought I dodged the bullet but no, when I left she tore the pages off my book. The story didn’t end the way I wanted.

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