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Oct. 18th, 2007 12:34 pmI don't work until four. I figured I'd play nostalgia until then.
Also, in Kalamazoo for one more week, then moving my Sterling Heights apt into storage, and then Lansing for a week, and I don't know what after that. It's a very very bizarre feeling to know that I'm technically going to be homeless in one week. I should probably get a PO box or something since I won't have a permanent address.
20 / 15 / 10 / 5 / 1
Twenty years ago...
I was five. I had recently started kindergarten. I don't remember much, just silly things like I was very adept at leaving things at school and then never being able to find them ever again (ha...I'm still really good at losing things, though I usually eventually find them). This also started my girl scout career--I would be in girl scouts for another ten years after this. I loved my kindergarten teacher--Mrs. Gordon.
Fifteen years ago...
I was ten. Again, my fifth grade teacher was awesome...Mrs. Prandy, I believe. I usually can only remember her first name, Stephanie, so I'm surprised I got her last name this time. I loved that year. I got to play librarian with the classroom library (I was crazy about that little corner and always finished my work early, so I spent obscene amounts of time in it). We also did a unit on mysteries. I was really into Nancy Drew at the time, and believe there's still a paper magnifying glass that we made in class that tells our names and defining characteristics that names me as Nancy Drew. I had a thing with using fictional characters as my name on projects. Also, we did tons of writing in this class, and my teacher thought I'd be a great writer. She liked the start to one of my stories so much that she wanted me to finish it and send it to a publisher she knew who was interested in kids' stories. I never finished it, though. The year before is when my depression started, though, and I became really good at thinking people were distancing themselves from me when I was probably actually distancing myself from them--that colored a little bit of this year. Oh! This was also the year I got really really REALLY into string games (my grandmother had gotten me a book on them for Christmas a few years before, but I never really picked it up until fifth grade), and proceeded to get a large number of people in my class into them (and through them other people in other classes who would seek me out at recess to get me to teach them some of the more difficult figures--like Jacob's Ladder, and the Cat's Cradle game). We had a classroom science fair near the end of that year, and the teachers from our grade voted for the best project. Mine involved electricity and my dad and I altered a game we found in a book for the presentation that involved moving a wire loop over waved wire without lighting the lightbulb. The top three won a prize. I got first place and picked out an archaeology/paleontology kit that had a dinosaur skeleton in clay in it that you had to use these various tools to "excavate" it. Obviously I was already into archaeology or else I never would have picked out that prize. As proof of how invasive my string game fad was, one of the prizes was a book of string games O:-) I was rarely seen without two large loops of yarn around my wrist (one for me and one for somebody else if they wanted to play and didn't have one of their own), and there are pictures to prove it. I was still in Oklahoma, so this was before all hell broke loose mentally.
Ten years ago...
I was fifteen and a sophomore in high school. I don't like to talk about this year because I don't exactly remember it. If it occurred between January 1995 (middle of seventh grade) and graduation, I can't guarantee that I'll remember anything. I know I was doing a lot of theatre, I think I quit dance this year (after nine years and much prodding by teachers to become more serious about it because they thought I had real potential) because of all the theatre I was doing. Also, I was in colorguard for marching band. Yup...that's about it. Pretty much anything else would have been blocked out by those self-protective memory mechanisms. Yay depression.
Five years ago...
I was twenty. I was a junior in college and had just recently changed my major to anthropology. Oh! Come April of this year I would move in with the roommates from hell. Funny story, too. One of those roommates had a HUGE crush on a guy from her Student Ambassador group named Chris. He's friends with Dan's friends, and Dan's friends are pretty much the exact opposite of everything Jo ever stood for. I thought that was amusing. Not much to say about this year, really, except this was also the year I had my mental breakdown, went home for a week in the middle of the semester and got on anti-depressants.
One year ago...
I never dreamed I'd be where I am right now. I'm not disappointed, though, but it's very interesting to see how much has changed in a year.
Also, in Kalamazoo for one more week, then moving my Sterling Heights apt into storage, and then Lansing for a week, and I don't know what after that. It's a very very bizarre feeling to know that I'm technically going to be homeless in one week. I should probably get a PO box or something since I won't have a permanent address.
20 / 15 / 10 / 5 / 1
Twenty years ago...
I was five. I had recently started kindergarten. I don't remember much, just silly things like I was very adept at leaving things at school and then never being able to find them ever again (ha...I'm still really good at losing things, though I usually eventually find them). This also started my girl scout career--I would be in girl scouts for another ten years after this. I loved my kindergarten teacher--Mrs. Gordon.
Fifteen years ago...
I was ten. Again, my fifth grade teacher was awesome...Mrs. Prandy, I believe. I usually can only remember her first name, Stephanie, so I'm surprised I got her last name this time. I loved that year. I got to play librarian with the classroom library (I was crazy about that little corner and always finished my work early, so I spent obscene amounts of time in it). We also did a unit on mysteries. I was really into Nancy Drew at the time, and believe there's still a paper magnifying glass that we made in class that tells our names and defining characteristics that names me as Nancy Drew. I had a thing with using fictional characters as my name on projects. Also, we did tons of writing in this class, and my teacher thought I'd be a great writer. She liked the start to one of my stories so much that she wanted me to finish it and send it to a publisher she knew who was interested in kids' stories. I never finished it, though. The year before is when my depression started, though, and I became really good at thinking people were distancing themselves from me when I was probably actually distancing myself from them--that colored a little bit of this year. Oh! This was also the year I got really really REALLY into string games (my grandmother had gotten me a book on them for Christmas a few years before, but I never really picked it up until fifth grade), and proceeded to get a large number of people in my class into them (and through them other people in other classes who would seek me out at recess to get me to teach them some of the more difficult figures--like Jacob's Ladder, and the Cat's Cradle game). We had a classroom science fair near the end of that year, and the teachers from our grade voted for the best project. Mine involved electricity and my dad and I altered a game we found in a book for the presentation that involved moving a wire loop over waved wire without lighting the lightbulb. The top three won a prize. I got first place and picked out an archaeology/paleontology kit that had a dinosaur skeleton in clay in it that you had to use these various tools to "excavate" it. Obviously I was already into archaeology or else I never would have picked out that prize. As proof of how invasive my string game fad was, one of the prizes was a book of string games O:-) I was rarely seen without two large loops of yarn around my wrist (one for me and one for somebody else if they wanted to play and didn't have one of their own), and there are pictures to prove it. I was still in Oklahoma, so this was before all hell broke loose mentally.
Ten years ago...
I was fifteen and a sophomore in high school. I don't like to talk about this year because I don't exactly remember it. If it occurred between January 1995 (middle of seventh grade) and graduation, I can't guarantee that I'll remember anything. I know I was doing a lot of theatre, I think I quit dance this year (after nine years and much prodding by teachers to become more serious about it because they thought I had real potential) because of all the theatre I was doing. Also, I was in colorguard for marching band. Yup...that's about it. Pretty much anything else would have been blocked out by those self-protective memory mechanisms. Yay depression.
Five years ago...
I was twenty. I was a junior in college and had just recently changed my major to anthropology. Oh! Come April of this year I would move in with the roommates from hell. Funny story, too. One of those roommates had a HUGE crush on a guy from her Student Ambassador group named Chris. He's friends with Dan's friends, and Dan's friends are pretty much the exact opposite of everything Jo ever stood for. I thought that was amusing. Not much to say about this year, really, except this was also the year I had my mental breakdown, went home for a week in the middle of the semester and got on anti-depressants.
One year ago...
I never dreamed I'd be where I am right now. I'm not disappointed, though, but it's very interesting to see how much has changed in a year.
