Favourite story of the day:

When I was in Sec. 3, they wanted to retain me because I wasn’t doing well. When I told them the reason why I wasn’t doing well was because I couldn’t study at home, they sent me for counselling instead. (Ed: the speaker meant that home wasn’t a conducive place to study in because of disruptive parents.) At counselling, the lady kept on talking; she didn’t even give me a chance to speak. When she’d finished, she told me that whatever had transpired was between me and her. Then she called my mum to go down to the school.