Write about your most epic baking or cooking fail.
The flattest, most depressing Victoria’s Sponge Cake you ever saw.
In my defence, I made a perfectly good one prior to that. When the teacher was breathing down my neck, she kept insisting I keep stirring in a figure 8 well past the point I did before. But the fucking woman terrorised me and others – and I’m sure many All Saints R.C School in York have similar horror stories about Ms Nobblet. I’m too old and sick and tired of holding my peace about the hell I was put through at that school. I could go on all day. Maybe I’ll blog about it, and unlike them, I’ll facr the backlash because this should be heard abd i’ve got nothing but lint in my pockets and own no property, so good luck suing me.
They’d already had a fucking suicide there some years due to the toxic culture, but my attempt was variously characterised and mocked by my head of year as a lie (sue me for that, Dwyer) and other kids were largely responsible for putting me through leading up to this just used to keep making my life hell. Hey, Corrine and Gemma, did cruelty mocking a vulnerable teenager for, what you described, as sarcastically being “[she’s] always so happy.” Yes, that’s suicidal depression and PTSD you worthless thieves.
You will not me surprised to hear that I have PTSD and because of that I tend to go off piste to rant how that school fucked me up.
So back to baking disaster.
Bloody Roses 