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DESPERATE TIMES CALL FOR DESPERATE MEASURES
I could have focused this talk on a number of things. I could have focused it on the individual who filled his petrol tank with bananas when he ran out of fuel in the middle of the desert. Or the time when I was in Grade Seven when my judo class got so sick and tired of waiting outside for our always late judo teacher that we picked the lock on the front door of the school and set the alarm off. I could have even focused it on the desperation and determination that B.G.G.S. students feel to send Mrs Hancock to Canada for our next major sporting event. But, I have focused it on a forever loyal and desperate member of my family. My mother.

Before I tell you this story, I must explain one thing. The old house that I used to live in had a driveway that was extremely steep, extremely gravelly and extremely long.

My mother is forgetful. She forgets and loses small but important things such as her car keys, her purse and my baby brother. One particular night, for some unknown reason, the level of chaos in our household had risen enormously. This meant that my mother was more forgetful and desperate than usual. In the space of an hour, Mum had lost her keys three times- each time the keys were found in the same place, on the kitchen table. Finally, Mum had everything organised. Just as she was walking out of the front door to go to a meeting, she remembered that it was garbage night so she had to attach the wheelie bin, which smelt like rotting fish, to the back of our station wagon. Because of our treacherous driveway, it was impossible to push the bin to the end of the driveway by hand.

Later that night, as Mum was driving along the freeway, she noticed that a few people in other cars were giving her really strange looks. Some people were even laughing and pointing. After ten minutes of torture, curiosity got the better of her and she decided to investigate. When she stopped the car and got out, Mum could not believe her eyes. There, still attached to the back of the car, was a full, smelly, and slightly battered wheelie bin. Now this was a really desperate time for her and she had an even more desperate remedy. Mum picked up the wheelie bin with great difficulty, and shoved it into the back of her car. That car has NEVER smelt the same since!!

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