Friday, October 05, 2012
The Dinner Club, part two
I was not allowed to attend Grammar school with children my age. When I asked my very distant father on this matter, he told me that it was for my protection. Somehow I did not feel that he was being honest with me even as my young age. My beliefs were confirmed when I unintentionally overheard my parents arguing in their room about me. Mother, a former school teacher herself, insisted I get a former education. Father did not share her convictions. I remember him stating it would be a waste of time because I would never amount to anything because of my deformity. He suggested they put me in a home, away from the world. Thankfully, my Mother won the argument. But it was at a severe cost. I would see my father about five times a year after that. He still lived with us but it was plain that he avoided me. I'm sure his embarrassment was too much of a burden.
Shortly after their argument, Mother introduced me to my tutor, Miss Weatherly. She was a friend of my Mother's during her time as a teacher and they worked together. When I realized I would be getting an education, I set myself to the task. I remembered what my father had said about my future and I wanted to prove him wrong. I wanted to show him I could be a learned man, maybe even a doctor. I learned to love my time with Miss Weatherly, studying topics as quickly, and even more so, then she could present the material. She often told my Mother I was an able student. As I got older, she even suggested that I would finish my education earlier than others my age. Mother would have none of that and I continued to study with Miss Weatherly until I was the proper age for university even though I had learned much more than my peers.
Posted by HPLovecraft at 10/05/2012 01:36:00 PM ::