I don't know how i survived.
Our family lived in Baie d'Urfe on the West Island
The girls were in kindergarden and first grade.
I was driving the girls to and from the bilingual school in Ville St. Laurent on the way to and from the U of M
I was running a household
I was studying law in French
And I didn't understand a word!
And oh, I forgot
I was still teaching piano!
I got to law school with no makeup, hair bedraggled,
whatever clothes had just come out of the dryer........
And then something happened.
When i began the second semester
the cloud of despair had lifted.
I now understood the profs when they lectured.
I was no longer terrified.
I had passed the mid-terms.
The reality had become clear.
I didn't have to be a genius to get through law school.
I could relax.
On came the makeup, the snazzy clothes, the hair high styled...
and earrings
I looked......GHAJAZ!
The reaction of my classmates?
SHEER HORROR!!!!!!!!!!!!
THEY BLURTED OUT
"CLAIRE, YOU'RE NOT HAVING AN AFFAIR, ARE YOU?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
