Why didn't I tell my parents about p2? It's fairly simple. They always assumed something was wrong with me. The teacher would NEVER be wrong. I just caught a bug, picked something up. I remember how rough my mum was brushing my hair to get the tugs out. I mean my brother probably didn't explain punching a boys nose on his first day of school. My parents didn't talk. They were pure authoritarian. The armed forces was my idea of hell. It was just like a job interview to me, that I took to fill a gap. Like at the job centre. I'll save myself for a job I really want and just do this one less than half hearted.