The luckiest girl in the school with Girls of Saint Cyprians

Hello there. It's Joanne again and today I'm going to talk about something that's a part of being my age regressed self and a part of my actual childhood, reading and the girls stories we had at school.

Stories about the fictional lives of schoolgirls were very much what we read of not least for being having the kind of situations in them we could oh so readilly identify with and although these were set in the early Twentieth century, there was less difference between our lives and theirs as perhaps is the case today.
The Girls of St, Cyprians story is centred around a local inter school annual competition called the "Alliance" and is about Mildred Lancaster an orphaned Fifth former who has an inherited talent for the violin but is disappointed to find  she isn't chosen to represent the school in the Music section of the competition due to her day dreaming.
In order to fulfil her dreams for her future she needs to make a decision and to learn a lesson

The luck the Luckiest Girl in the School refers to is the luck one Winona has following feeling out of her depth, getting low marks with her teachers accusing of her of laziness. This would be odd as the mysteries of Geometry and Latin keep her glued to her books well into the night.
She realizes the dreadful truth-that she's an impostor in the School-and her days at Seaton High School, won on a scholarship are over. She becomes indeed the Luckiest Girl in the School.

These copies are my original Armada paperback editions from Nineteen Sixty-nine so there is a little wear as you'd expect being read as a child and surviving the big wooden toy box when we moved.

Let's have a Fresh start

Well I've finally made my mind up regarding this whole thing.

I have joined a group for some girltalk because my inner child side isn't going way so repressing it isn't going to work as I just feel shut down and sad. For a period I did try to let more of it out but this was before I had the internet never mind knew what the words were to describe what I felt. and when I did find some places they were so 'adult content'  orientated  I don't feel I belonged there.

 At least I'm with those who truly understand how I feel which believe you me is a relief as so many people just do not understand.

I just want to dress and have the life of school girl based more on my own era but taking in some of today's offerings when it comes to play and entertainment.

While there I came to learn of a movie that apparently I'd missed out on that was actually up my street as film for children and family viewing called Nanny McPhee, the kind of film set in house with lots of children I hadn't seen for years.

Watching it made me feel good because a part of me came back alive - my inner child - and it wants to live on.

Introduction - Part II

Hello everyone.

My name is Joanne and my LG age is 12 years old.
In the the beginning the girl was born but someone got muddled up  because my anatomy didn't match me - the soul me - so this they way I should of looked all those years ago in full schoolgirl uniform was a rare occurrence except from the girls bless them made me up during recess understanding my predicament. That help me be one of the girls which I am, really. Joanne's friends back in the day looked very much like this hair looking oh so cute in their sensible T Bar shoes. Joanne_chan couldn't tie her laces of the shoes Mommy mistakenly bought her so she had to ask them to help her but she didn't mind as that meant she was their playmate playing games such as' love, kiss hate or adore ' or 'kiss, tickle or torture'.

Playtimes were always fun!!!

Ms Jo

Okay, so you've seen the blog title and are wondering around who or what Jo really is so I'll try to explain that to you.
Jo is the account holder of both blogs and on this blog I give expression to the voice of a troubled teen left alone dealing with her past which is in her present, her needs not met by ignorance, misguided professional advice, and borderline emotional neglect.
She has complex emotional needs being insecure in herself, her abilities, the intentions and meanings of others, she has limited understanding through medical conditions of how the world revolving around her operates and how she is to interact with it.
Rather than teaching her by example these things, she is left to fend for herself where more often than not the world assumes she knows, so she messes up, they tut tut and  she retreats inward again into the next forced interaction in a cycle that so unsatisfying.
She doesn't know it's ways at least in part because the were not explained to her, nobody give her a consequence that children had for it and the reassuring love that it was all over she could start all over again.
She just felt the world had no use for her becoming more and more angry, taking it out anyone weaker than herself. She had an inner brat that she was using aided by a pack of cards and was set for a troubled life.
You see the only thing that really met her needs was this but it rare she got anything like it for a host of reasons like she was disabled so they didn't want to make her sad, they thought she was frail, her family was troubled so it wasn't her fault and anyway wasn't asking her kindly to stop it the proper way for such a sensitive young thing?

The trouble was she never paid much attention to that as her ability to work out by reasoning what it wasn't good, her attention span poor and by the time it was really sugar coated for good measure it was useless.

This is the scene I'd of sooner had to face up to at school.

Not some stupid round robin conference of experts and half soaked parents spending weeks or more at it with this weeks pet psychological theory  plus it would be  less expensive!
Half the time I felt they just wanted to explain away what was just old fashioned  lack of discipline and teaching of social norms as in truth most of the time I just didn't feel like working to the best of my ability or doing what I was told nothing more than any other child and I should of been treated the same as them.

Introduction Part 1b

Here we go, live on this blog for the first time ever talking about some things people keep underwraps, some have a big objection to in principal and something some of us feel we still need.

A blog is like a Diary, you make entries in it as you feel it is necessary about things you've done, places you've been and feelings and emotions you experience. 

This has been going on and on for eons from undercover sneaky pasts that are humiliating to covertly buying girls clothes and wearing them as a sissy TGurl but you have so little self confidence to stay true to that as societies pressure comes, the woman at the door, the taxi man, the interfering family who keep everything under warps.

Are you prepared to help keep me the way I am?

A girl like you

Past glimpses

Having hand made dresses and skirts

In the meadow picking Daisy's with care but feeling carefree playing for hours on end with your friends.

Winning your place in the school cheerleader team on merit and enjoying every moment shaking your pom-poms.

Introduction Part 1

In trouble and about to really get it....

Here we go, live on this blog for the first time ever talking about some things people keep underwraps, some have a big objection to in principal and something some of us feel we still need.

Spanking.

Having got the painful part out of the way, let me begin by saying I disagree entirely with abusing children and all punishment should be structured, arise from actual misbehaviour and proportionate, distinguishing between accidents and that you know will happen and are expected to take responsible for.

While it is the fashion to go one about the rights of the child, the child itself is evolving, is lacking a clear sense of right and wrong relying on others to instruct it and the child has the need expressed in the responsibility of adults chiefly parents, to punish all transgressions to cause them to desist from repeating them.

Different techniques do work for different children and so ruling out spanking is to take out a method some children find preferable to dragged out groundings, endless meetings of professionals and so on.

The sigh of "I want it over with now" can be heard and for me it's always been so and indeed the dragging out by well meaning experts cause me more damage to my self esteem than any number of quickly administered spankings ever did. I'd much sooner of had an "expert spanking" on many of an occasion and what is more It would of stopped more quicker than anything.

I so need this to properly sort me out.