“Like, there goes another lemming!”
1. I stay up WAY too late.
2. When I was in 6th grade, our teacher had us write a “sloppy copy” of an essay. We were to bring them up to him when we were finished so he could make corrections. When I brought mine, he scanned over it and didn’t mark anything. I guess he was disappointed he wasn’t able to use his red pen, because he said, “This isn’t sloppy enough,” and proceeded to crumble up my paper. He made a big show of it. I was 12, short, wore glasses, had half a perm left in my hair and didn’t know how to dress. I so didn’t need that from him.
3. I prefer instant messaging to talking on the phone, but I prefer talking on the phone to texting.
4. When I was in 8th grade, our English teacher had us write an ending to The Lady Or The Tiger. She made a fuss over mine, saying she’d never seen anyone write the ending the way I did. I wish I’d kept that paper. She may have.
5. I’m hungry.
6. When I was in high school, our gifted class was supposed to re-write a fairy tale or children’s story. I chose Chicken Little. I remember writing about Chicken Little being so upset about the sky falling, and he thought it was because the ozone had been completely depleted. He ran out to tell everyone, and to inform Al Gore. He couldn’t get to Loosey Goosey because she was in the bushes with Lucky Ducky. Foxy Woxy ended up tricking Chicken Little into following him to a fallout shelter, where a big clown with red hair was waiting. There were illustrations for my book, and the last image was a box of Chicken McNuggets.
7. I love free samples. If I see a product that interests me, I’ll go to the website and see if they offer a sample. I check walmart.com’s free sample area often. Sometimes I get things I don’t really need, but I figure someone will. I do not, however, have any Serenity pads in my home.
8. When I was a senior in high school, I took AP English. The teacher intimidated the snot out of me. I think I got my first C for something I wrote in her class. She asked us to write an essay about Margaret Atwood’s poem “All Bread”. I never understood poetry so I just wrote anything that I thought sounded deep, even related it to Christianity. I received high praise, and I believe an A, on that essay. I may have spent 15 minutes writing it.
9. I don’t care for most vegetables.
10. I remember times when I would mumble a snide comment or joke in classes and someone else would repeat what I’d said for everyone to hear, and they’d get the laughs. That was okay with me.