I was a compulsive liar as a child and still am, so when I told my mother that my teacher threatened to cut off my fingers with her scissors, of course, she didn't believe me. But when Mrs. Kitteridge refused to let my friend Jimmy into the classroom because he was late, he ended up getting frostbite and a part of his finger was amputated. My mother went down to the school after that, but wasn't invested enough to do anything because there wasn't another school anywhere near us.
"You're never going to be late," she said. Seriously? That's what you're going to do?
My mother made my sister and I keep daily journals because this kept us out of her hair while she got drunk before going to bed. We later realized that she had been untreated for bipolar disorder during our entire childhood. She recently moved and found some of our old journals, so I thought it would be interesting to upload one for everyone to see. I cropped some images so people could view it more easily on mobile devices.