haemorrhage

I am terribly depressed now because I have become a cello orphan. Since the mother of all cellists has contracted long-haul conjunctivitis and is specialist-hopping, and my other cello teacher has jet-setted off, I am now being farmed out to other alien people, whom I have no intention of going to because I have not settled my separation-loss issues.

It is not helping that after 2 KoolPurpleSkool students dropped out, now I have 3 more new ones. (All older, thank goodness - 5th, 7th and 11th grade respectively.) Strangely enough, all Caucasian females. I kinda expected more ethnic diversity.

The highlight of today was attending some social work seminar. It was fascinating because there were many people from Relevant Organisations, and I learnt a lot, especially of how Ministry staff can be condescending, superior, and self-lauding all in one sentence.

"Oh I have found Other Methods of disciplining my children that doesn't involve caning. Maybe because I am social work trained. Haha...".

I experienced internal organ rupture.

That was just one of the many random gems that Black Suit spouted. The overriding theme of her gems was that government policy is all encompassing. And everything reeked with the stench of the Saviour Complex. I'm wondering if that's what you need to qualify as a helping professional - this absolutely certainty that you have the ability to help, and that people need your indispensable advice on how to run their lives, their families etc..

I am feeling more and more dissociated from this social work business.