“They’re too small, my boyfriend tells me, what can I do about it? I mean, what can be done about it? Or rather them?” And so it went on.
It was not something that I wanted to do, or rather not what I thought I wanted to do. But in less than a year, my first year at the school, I had become the school’s Agony Aunt. The schoolgirls came to ask me questions, private questions, the schoolboys came too and also a few of the teachers.
Why ask me? Because I have a liberal and tolerant nature, because I’m easy to talk to, because of my huge experience (not true), because I use common sense… I don’t know. My method to solve problems is to use that stuff between the ears – I usually reply to questions with more questions. I am the Agony Aunt.
I explained to her that teenagers mature at different rates, in other words, some girls get ‘em big early, other girls have to wait a few years.
“I can’t wait a few years.”
I gave her a tip. “Get your boyfriend to help!”