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xp_tarotMy parents are, as expected, being parents.
I think they asked me questions for the entire drive home - and the drive home was strange to begin with. I am not sure we've ever spent that much time in a car all at once. Four hours seems like a lot more when you cross borders, I think. I liked it better when they just assumed the nuns were teaching the right things.
They know my grades and what classes I am taking - that, I tell them on the phone or in email, and they get offical papers from Professor Xavier, but they asked about.. well, everyone.
How are my teachers, how are my classes, who are my friends, what are they like? They did -not- ask the one question I expected, which is good, because I have no idea how I would answer that.
...
I told them about the precognition.
They.. were not upset but surprised, I think. My mother was oddly pleased. This bothers me more than I can properly explain. She also thinks I should go to church. I fear these are related.
Today, however was a much better day. My father says they had to sign a paper saying that certain people at the school may act as my legal guardians while I am at the school. I did not know this. They never tell me these kinds of things.
It is good, because it means that I can get my drivers license! Two years before I thought I could!
I have all the other papers, except that form that says I do not have some kind of identification number - Social .. something. I have a re-entry permit now, and a passport and visa. Lots of travel paperwork means lots and lots of proof that I am actaully Marie-Ange Colbert and not someone else.
On the other hand, my father now informs me I have to bring -it- back with me when I leave. Geh. Cellos. Ick
I think they asked me questions for the entire drive home - and the drive home was strange to begin with. I am not sure we've ever spent that much time in a car all at once. Four hours seems like a lot more when you cross borders, I think. I liked it better when they just assumed the nuns were teaching the right things.
They know my grades and what classes I am taking - that, I tell them on the phone or in email, and they get offical papers from Professor Xavier, but they asked about.. well, everyone.
How are my teachers, how are my classes, who are my friends, what are they like? They did -not- ask the one question I expected, which is good, because I have no idea how I would answer that.
...
I told them about the precognition.
They.. were not upset but surprised, I think. My mother was oddly pleased. This bothers me more than I can properly explain. She also thinks I should go to church. I fear these are related.
Today, however was a much better day. My father says they had to sign a paper saying that certain people at the school may act as my legal guardians while I am at the school. I did not know this. They never tell me these kinds of things.
It is good, because it means that I can get my drivers license! Two years before I thought I could!
I have all the other papers, except that form that says I do not have some kind of identification number - Social .. something. I have a re-entry permit now, and a passport and visa. Lots of travel paperwork means lots and lots of proof that I am actaully Marie-Ange Colbert and not someone else.
On the other hand, my father now informs me I have to bring -it- back with me when I leave. Geh. Cellos. Ick
