4.4 Horseriding

Note: There's racism and maybe a bit of sexism in this chapter

Dear diary I'm such a confusing mess.  I have a billion problems my science teacher thinks I should be in "home ec" instead of chemistry 201.  Also, Cousin Mave got crowned Queen (not that she wasn't Queen after her non-crowned Dad, King Pedro died). Also, I'm wondering if something's bad about to happen because of my boyfriend since we been together for a year and that's normally when bad things start.  Also, I'm been in good seasons working as manual labour.    Anyway I should start at the beginning 

I was riding my horse Luna over to distant Cousin Mave's house. She's the new Queen because her father died uncrowned (even though he was king technically)-to give my condolences to her and my allegiance to her as well. (I also have allegiance to Uncle Henry my Dad's little brother who is King of Oasis Springs) 

At school, the science teacher (who everyone calls Mr. Pancakes-because he married into the Pancake family by the one daughter, the two sons married outside the family and are now a "Mr.Ford" and a "Mr.Calentine") hates it when I answer chemistry questions even when I answer them correctly  he said that two days before my cousin's coronation that "You should be in Home Ec class and not chemistry class so you can go into domestic work life for people like you"

Now in the past year, I been stalked in stores -before I could go in without any problems but now employees are suspicious of me? I first found this one-two months after Cousin Marve's cornation. I went in to get a present for a friend and the one female employee there stalked me through the store.

Also, I still have to deal with Mr. Pancakes'  attitude. Besides being what I believe racists (the comments about domestic work for being for people like me) he also said to male classmates (including my boyfriend Blake) that they should "snatch me up because I'm young and fertile" and a couple of times he also said I only want to attend college to get an "MRS" degree (I guess he forgets he got a "Mr" degree without going to college)

That led my Mom, went and yell at Mr.Pancakes. "I NEVER WANT TO HEAR AGAIN, THAT YOU HAVE SAID SEXIST AND RACIST THINGS AROUND AND TO EITHER OF MY DAUGHTERS!"

The teacher kept saying that I should really be in home ec class since a science career isn't the place for someone like me.  That I would be better off in a domestic career instead. That or I should get married early and have babies instead

Mom just yelled "I NEVER WANT TO HEAR THOSE FIBS AGAIN. AND IF I DO I'M GOING TO THE PRINCIPAL MR. GRANT TO GET YOUR FIRED! AM I CLEAR?!"

The weekend after Mr.Pancakes said that sexist stuff to and around me (and Mom went and yelled at him) Blake, my boyfriend took me out for lunch and it was very nice lunch as well.  After dropping him off at his house I stopped at the grocery store to pick up something and the employee there (who happens to be a different cousin and also my former childhood soccer mate Layla Wade) was an employee there and like the employee from the store earlier followed me around the store.

That summer Blake took me to a movie Cujo or something? I had my eyes closed for most of the movie-not much of a fan of horror.  And that winter Blake hired a stallion so we could ride side by side (his horse was a mirror copy of mine and his name was Rolf) and we held hands when we were on our respective horses.  On the way home from the horse riding once again I went into a store this time a drug store  and a different  relative (who also was my former teammate) Clara Fogel followed me around (I guess her dad has told her how my Mom used to steal)

Due to the fact that Cousin Mave knighted me -I would occasionally go for visits over there to protect the country.  My cousin Prince Corey says when he's king, he will also knight me for Oasis Springs and also Princess Jo has disappeared we think she's been killed for some unknown reason.  

After one such trip to the Royal Willow Creek-I returned back to Widenbug and my spoiled brat of a baby brother Julian asked if I could take him on a ride. I told him "No" and he had a temper tantrum which lead to Dad yelling at ME.  He told me to take Julian, Elliot (our other brother) and Cora to the toy store to make sure that Julian or Cora don't get into trouble

So I did what Dad demanded me too.  But as soon as Julian got near the shelves he started to put stuff in his pockets so I pulled him away with Elliot watching what I was doing (I made sure to return what he stole to the store afterwards).  I took Julian home and Elliot excitedly told a disappointed Cora about what Julain does (we are both sick of Julian's antics) 

4.3 School Project part 2

 Note: Please me aware that most of the history I talk about is based on reality but I'm changing part of it for in-story purposes.

Dear diary, I'm sad and happy at the same time. I'm lost my soccer position due to an injury so I'm unable to go back to it.  But I should go back to the beginning, shouldn't I?

From the age of six, I have always played Soccer-I was the best player on the team  The Widenburg Kittens.  To the point at practices, Teammate Clara Fogel would complain to Coach Isabella about how I kept hogging the ball and not allowing others to have turns scoring.  Coach Isabella tried to tell her off but it didn't work and she still complained which made Coach Isabella say some nasty things which including the "n" word to me as well as something about "I will end up in jail where I belong" I had no clue what that was about. Still don't.  Why do I suspect that my parents (and my grandparents when they're still alive) are keeping stuff from us?  Well anyway, Cousin Raven (oh was also a teammate) told the coach off that I already had enough problems to deal with without the coach saying nasty things like that. 

Right before the 13th birthday of Cora and I, the family went to the same rental cottage where our parents got engaged!. It expanded a lot since they were there magical maybe?  Then it was our birthday 

I then joined Team Lynx and we had our 3rd match this time it was against the Newcrest Boars.  Well anyway during the match-I got so badly injured I was taken away in an ambulance and I was told by the doctor to stay off my foot for several months.   He also gave me a science book called "The Disappearing Spoon: And Other True Tales of Rivalry, Adventure, etc"

It was embarrassing having to use the crutches since I tripped as soon as a got home with them. Mom told me if I could manage some months without having to do stuff -the parents would get me my own horse!  

A schoolmate Blaine came over and said We (he and I) been assigned to do 60s scoop for a school project. I did some research as did he and I then wrote up the essay 

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60s SCOOP

In the late 50s and even now the governments of the Royal States of American and the Royal Provinces of Canada both well for lack of a better term stole or basically kidnapped Indigenous child from their families and placed them in white families to like what the residential schools did to "stop the Native in the child".   This is known as the 60s Scoop. In some cases, single Indigenous women who had recently given birth were coerced into giving up their children under the pretence that they could have the child back when they're "on their feet again". But when they (the mothers) go to get their child back they found that the child been adopted out.  It's very similar to how some parents of Home Children were shocked to found out their children were gone overseas after dropping them off until they got on their feet..  In other cases, due to social workers,  middle-class European training children were taken away because of "not probably meeting children's needs" (something which is still happening in other forms against other Black/People of Colour) since the social workers aren't used to seeing a home without a Fridge.   And up until recently social workers could take the children without telling the families. Does that spell "kidnapping" anyone?

This was at a time that the governments realized that the residential schools were harmful to families and thought it was best for the Idengious children to be put into the public school system. The residential schools still remained as boarding schools for some children.   Like black and POC children of today, Indengious children were overrepresented in foster care systems.

They were placed into white families and sometimes the children placed into the white families' care were told they had Jewish or Italian ancestry. Since the Adoptive parents were told to "erase the roots" of the children-even to the point of changing their names.  

But like in the residential school cases a lot of these children were abused-either physically or otherwise. Also like a lot of foster care stories, these children were a lot of the terms a sort of servant to their adoptive family.  Sure there were some families which were good for Ingenious children to a point- but that's not the point.   

Much like in the Residental schools some of the children taken during the 60s scoop couldn't understand English or French languages so were considered "slow" or even as one of my elementary teachers called my friend Wyatt "retard" despite his family having been here for three years.

So like the residential schools they supposedly replaced a lot of the Ingenious folks of Royal States and Provinces of America and Canada are still dealing with PTSD and other issues because of being taken away from their real parents. Hopefully, this get fixed within the next couple of years

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Over the months since Blane and I got really involved with each other in more than a platonic sense.   We had a coffee date at first in my home and then after I was allowed to go out more he took me out on a picnic. He made sure I didn't stand on my foot a lot. 

But during the times I wasn't with him I was reading the book that the doctor gave me and it got me really hooked on chemistry. So I'm thinking of seeing about becoming a chemist for a career. And my parents did get me my own horse and it was wonderful trying to bond with it!  But when I'm totally back on my feet again  I have to get a job to support it since my parents wouldn't pay for the food it costs so like my distant great uncle Derek I'm going to become manual labour on the two weekend days leaving me the rest of the week to play with the horse.