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Chapter 51 Part 4
Tuesday was supposed to be the first Jazz band practice at night. Unfortunately I had Tae Kwon Do that night… and Mom didn’t want me to get out of it. The day had gone by great except for Mrs. Remar doing her best to get me to come to the Jazz practice that night. “I’ll see what I can do… If I get done early I’ll try and make it here,” I told her. Jazz was supposed to be from seven-thirty… things didn’t line up too well realistically.
I got dressed for Tae Kwon Do and left with Mom. We picked up Amy, and got there a little bit before seven. As we came in the instructor came over to us and asked, “May I see you in my office?”
We of course agreed, wondering what it was about. Of course I should have known what it would be about. “I’m sorry to do this… but I’m going to have to ask Tiffany to find another place to study. I’ve had several people threaten to pull their kids out if she stays… its just business,” he said.
Mom didn’t even stay to listen to the rest of it. She just turned around and walked out the door with Amy and I right behind. I heard him say as we walked out, “Amy can stay…” of course he didn’t realize it was a package deal.
Mom was furious as she got into the car. As soon as she sat down behind the wheel I could see that she had some tears going down her face. “I’m sorry Mom,” I told her.
“Why are you sorry sweetie?” she asked.
“I’m making things difficult,” I told her.
“Well you are doing that, you’re right, but it’s nothing to apologize for. We’ll find some other place for you to study. Amy I’m going to go ahead and drop you off at your house, okay?” she asked.
“Okay, that’s fine Mrs. Jacobson,” Amy said. She looked over at me and gave me a faint smile. There was no question. That had sucked.
After Mom dropped Amy off I asked for her to let me swing by the house and change and then take me to Jazz Band. She’d responded with a, ‘might as well,’ comment. Honestly I was glad things worked out that way, as I really enjoyed jazz that night. The music was a lot harder than the stuff we were playing in class right now - and sounded a lot cooler. Rehearsal went quickly and Mom picked me up to take me home.
Wednesday and Thursday were a complete blur to me. Wednesday I stayed again for cheerleading practice - but it wasn’t a normal practice that day. We ended up spending a lot of time on making signs and other things for the football team and not a lot of time on practicing. We did run through all of the cheers they were doing really quickly and we even ran through the tryout routine once But most of it was on stuff that was cheer related… but not difficult. Well not physically anyway. The girls all made fun of how badly I painted signs…but that was another story! Ashley in particular declared me ‘hopeless,’ when it came to painting. I still had paint on me when I went to ballet that night.
Thursday passed by quickly and I found myself being picked up by Dad at the end of the school day to go to my first appointment with Dr. Reynolds in a few weeks. We talked through a lot of what went on the last couple of weeks - especially the incident with Mrs. Hinther. She seemed to be very concerned about that incident and wanting to make sure I thought I could still trust adults.
She seemed genuinely excited with the progress I was making with the dance squad. I think she believed that it was going to be a big milestone if I made it. She also tried to set me up to accept it if I wasn’t taken on the squad. She pointed out that they might not want to take me just because of all of the issues that could and would come up. If I hadn’t been nervous before, her talk sure made me that way.
I did feel a bit better about myself after talking to her though - she seemed to think I was making good progress. I hoped that it was good enough that she might be willing to put hormones up for discussion later this fall. I knew it wasn’t normal to start them at my age… but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to try.
With that meeting done I went home to eat and change before going to dance class. All of the girls there had since figured out who I was. For whatever reason none of them had said anything last week - but this week the one girl that had asked me about me came up to me before class started. “So Tiffany… when I was asking you about that kid a couple of weeks ago… I didn’t know it was you. I wanted to apologize if I came off rude. I never would have dreamt that you weren’t really a girl,” she told me.
“It’s okay… but I really am a girl - I just have a problem with some parts not matching up,” I told her.
“That’s kind of strange, but I’d still like to be your friend if you’ll let me,” she had said. From there we had a fun conversation. All of the girls were really interested in the fact that our school was starting a dance squad. Most of them were really jealous - but all of them wished me luck before leaving that night. It was a good night, and had been a good week (for the most part), and I of course went home to become a complete ball of nerves worrying about the next day.
Tuesday was supposed to be the first Jazz band practice at night. Unfortunately I had Tae Kwon Do that night… and Mom didn’t want me to get out of it. The day had gone by great except for Mrs. Remar doing her best to get me to come to the Jazz practice that night. “I’ll see what I can do… If I get done early I’ll try and make it here,” I told her. Jazz was supposed to be from seven-thirty… things didn’t line up too well realistically.
I got dressed for Tae Kwon Do and left with Mom. We picked up Amy, and got there a little bit before seven. As we came in the instructor came over to us and asked, “May I see you in my office?”
We of course agreed, wondering what it was about. Of course I should have known what it would be about. “I’m sorry to do this… but I’m going to have to ask Tiffany to find another place to study. I’ve had several people threaten to pull their kids out if she stays… its just business,” he said.
Mom didn’t even stay to listen to the rest of it. She just turned around and walked out the door with Amy and I right behind. I heard him say as we walked out, “Amy can stay…” of course he didn’t realize it was a package deal.
Mom was furious as she got into the car. As soon as she sat down behind the wheel I could see that she had some tears going down her face. “I’m sorry Mom,” I told her.
“Why are you sorry sweetie?” she asked.
“I’m making things difficult,” I told her.
“Well you are doing that, you’re right, but it’s nothing to apologize for. We’ll find some other place for you to study. Amy I’m going to go ahead and drop you off at your house, okay?” she asked.
“Okay, that’s fine Mrs. Jacobson,” Amy said. She looked over at me and gave me a faint smile. There was no question. That had sucked.
After Mom dropped Amy off I asked for her to let me swing by the house and change and then take me to Jazz Band. She’d responded with a, ‘might as well,’ comment. Honestly I was glad things worked out that way, as I really enjoyed jazz that night. The music was a lot harder than the stuff we were playing in class right now - and sounded a lot cooler. Rehearsal went quickly and Mom picked me up to take me home.
Wednesday and Thursday were a complete blur to me. Wednesday I stayed again for cheerleading practice - but it wasn’t a normal practice that day. We ended up spending a lot of time on making signs and other things for the football team and not a lot of time on practicing. We did run through all of the cheers they were doing really quickly and we even ran through the tryout routine once But most of it was on stuff that was cheer related… but not difficult. Well not physically anyway. The girls all made fun of how badly I painted signs…but that was another story! Ashley in particular declared me ‘hopeless,’ when it came to painting. I still had paint on me when I went to ballet that night.
Thursday passed by quickly and I found myself being picked up by Dad at the end of the school day to go to my first appointment with Dr. Reynolds in a few weeks. We talked through a lot of what went on the last couple of weeks - especially the incident with Mrs. Hinther. She seemed to be very concerned about that incident and wanting to make sure I thought I could still trust adults.
She seemed genuinely excited with the progress I was making with the dance squad. I think she believed that it was going to be a big milestone if I made it. She also tried to set me up to accept it if I wasn’t taken on the squad. She pointed out that they might not want to take me just because of all of the issues that could and would come up. If I hadn’t been nervous before, her talk sure made me that way.
I did feel a bit better about myself after talking to her though - she seemed to think I was making good progress. I hoped that it was good enough that she might be willing to put hormones up for discussion later this fall. I knew it wasn’t normal to start them at my age… but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to try.
With that meeting done I went home to eat and change before going to dance class. All of the girls there had since figured out who I was. For whatever reason none of them had said anything last week - but this week the one girl that had asked me about me came up to me before class started. “So Tiffany… when I was asking you about that kid a couple of weeks ago… I didn’t know it was you. I wanted to apologize if I came off rude. I never would have dreamt that you weren’t really a girl,” she told me.
“It’s okay… but I really am a girl - I just have a problem with some parts not matching up,” I told her.
“That’s kind of strange, but I’d still like to be your friend if you’ll let me,” she had said. From there we had a fun conversation. All of the girls were really interested in the fact that our school was starting a dance squad. Most of them were really jealous - but all of them wished me luck before leaving that night. It was a good night, and had been a good week (for the most part), and I of course went home to become a complete ball of nerves worrying about the next day.
By:
oldgrumpy
Age:
51-55
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Male
