Survey time!
Feb. 26th, 2002 03:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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lystra, who I saw linked to dch4's LJ. It seemed neat.
30 Years Ago:
I may have been a thought, but only in that "parents are married, planning to have 2 kids" kind of way. My older brother was in utero. I wouldn't show up on the scene for another 3.5 years.
25 Years Ago:
I was living with both parents (which wouldn't last long). I was 1.5 years old, and had learned to walk and talk. The male parental unit was demanding toilet training. This is thrilling, isn't it? I had my foot broken somewhere around this point, after I'd learned to walk. Female parental unit dropped me a bit trying to chase Baga out of the house to go to Pied Piper Preschool.
20 Years Ago:
Same apartment in Woonsocket. Mom's been out of the house for about 3 years now. I'm in Mrs. Kelly's first grade class at Our Lady Queen of Martyrs school. Mrs. Kelly spanks kids on the butt, calls the bathroom the "lav," and tells my father that I am "retarded" and "won't amount to anything." This is because I am bored off my gourd and choose to write everything in perfect mirror. I win the Spelling Bee this year.
15 Years Ago:
Sixth Grade, still at OLQM. Ms. Boisvert is the evil sixth grade teacher. She was a substitute the year before and everyone hated her. We wished we had Sr. Paulette. (Thinking back, I think she was a "shady" nun.) A couple of the really smart kids (Mike, Ron, Debbie and yours truly) end up being given free rein to do whatever we want for reading. I read Animal Farm for the first time. I'm still in the same apartment. I invite all of the girls in my class to a slumber party. No one comes. In the summer of this year, I will become the most feared player in my baseball league, though no one will move me up from Farm League or give me the batting average trophy. They tell my father it's because I'm a girl, and he goes ballistic.
10 Years Ago:
Same apartment building, though Dad's new SO's kids and I inhabit the second floor while Dad and Beth rule the first. Grade 11. Still a nerd, I do the National Merit thing, and find out that my quiz scores have been covertly submitted to the Catholic High School Math league. Without knowing I'm on the Math Team, I become the CHSML high scorer. I'm attending Mount St. Charles Academy, and have been since grade 7. I'm 16. I learn to drive. I date a boy named David Marciniak and learn about abusive relationships. It's a year before my big mental freak-out. I've quit softball by this point to get a part time job at Beaupre's Pharmacy, where the assistant manager calls me "honey" and whacks my butt. Dad has started telling Beth that "you don't hit your kids." This infuriates me.
5 Years Ago:
I'm in my last semester of college at Hofstra University, and living on the 8th floor of Vanderpoel Hall. I was misplaced, and am on the men's half of the floor, surrounded by gay men - Steve, Eddie, Joe Eye... it's wonderful. A. and I have been together a year by now, and I can't believe he didn't leave me when I told him several months before that if we were going to stay together, I'd have to be able to have female lovers. By this point, I had applied to grad programs at BC and BU. I was getting ready to go to Philmont for the summer. I was squelching all of my coming-out-ness and was about to have my first ever relationship anniversary.
1 Year Ago:
Winter Quarter 2001, OSU College of Social Work. I was living on Bridgeway Circle, because it hadn't been struck by lightning yet. A. and I had a very uneventful Valentine's Day, and I was getting into my internship at Stonewall. I was volunteering at Kaleidoscope a lot. I had spent the holidays in Columbus and was absolutely miserable about that. I was still amazed at the mildness of Columbus winters. I started asking A. if he was happy on a biweekly basis. I had finished one quarter of my MSW program and was almost through with a second. 2001 as the Year of Suck hadn't really started yet, aside from the holidays. My perpetual quote at my internship was, "No, I'm /not/ 'the straight girl'."
Now:
I live on Weybridge, not Bridgeway (hee, same complex!), in my own bedroom with my own bed. I have 2 weeks left in this quarter and then one more quarter. I'm planning to move back to Boston. A. and I have been split up for 7.5 months or so now, and I've begun a new relationship, which you're all sick to death of reading about. 2001 is over, and things are seriously looking up. I smile a lot. La vida es sueno.
lystra, who I saw linked to dch4's LJ. It seemed neat.30 Years Ago:
I may have been a thought, but only in that "parents are married, planning to have 2 kids" kind of way. My older brother was in utero. I wouldn't show up on the scene for another 3.5 years.
25 Years Ago:
I was living with both parents (which wouldn't last long). I was 1.5 years old, and had learned to walk and talk. The male parental unit was demanding toilet training. This is thrilling, isn't it? I had my foot broken somewhere around this point, after I'd learned to walk. Female parental unit dropped me a bit trying to chase Baga out of the house to go to Pied Piper Preschool.
20 Years Ago:
Same apartment in Woonsocket. Mom's been out of the house for about 3 years now. I'm in Mrs. Kelly's first grade class at Our Lady Queen of Martyrs school. Mrs. Kelly spanks kids on the butt, calls the bathroom the "lav," and tells my father that I am "retarded" and "won't amount to anything." This is because I am bored off my gourd and choose to write everything in perfect mirror. I win the Spelling Bee this year.
15 Years Ago:
Sixth Grade, still at OLQM. Ms. Boisvert is the evil sixth grade teacher. She was a substitute the year before and everyone hated her. We wished we had Sr. Paulette. (Thinking back, I think she was a "shady" nun.) A couple of the really smart kids (Mike, Ron, Debbie and yours truly) end up being given free rein to do whatever we want for reading. I read Animal Farm for the first time. I'm still in the same apartment. I invite all of the girls in my class to a slumber party. No one comes. In the summer of this year, I will become the most feared player in my baseball league, though no one will move me up from Farm League or give me the batting average trophy. They tell my father it's because I'm a girl, and he goes ballistic.
10 Years Ago:
Same apartment building, though Dad's new SO's kids and I inhabit the second floor while Dad and Beth rule the first. Grade 11. Still a nerd, I do the National Merit thing, and find out that my quiz scores have been covertly submitted to the Catholic High School Math league. Without knowing I'm on the Math Team, I become the CHSML high scorer. I'm attending Mount St. Charles Academy, and have been since grade 7. I'm 16. I learn to drive. I date a boy named David Marciniak and learn about abusive relationships. It's a year before my big mental freak-out. I've quit softball by this point to get a part time job at Beaupre's Pharmacy, where the assistant manager calls me "honey" and whacks my butt. Dad has started telling Beth that "you don't hit your kids." This infuriates me.
5 Years Ago:
I'm in my last semester of college at Hofstra University, and living on the 8th floor of Vanderpoel Hall. I was misplaced, and am on the men's half of the floor, surrounded by gay men - Steve, Eddie, Joe Eye... it's wonderful. A. and I have been together a year by now, and I can't believe he didn't leave me when I told him several months before that if we were going to stay together, I'd have to be able to have female lovers. By this point, I had applied to grad programs at BC and BU. I was getting ready to go to Philmont for the summer. I was squelching all of my coming-out-ness and was about to have my first ever relationship anniversary.
1 Year Ago:
Winter Quarter 2001, OSU College of Social Work. I was living on Bridgeway Circle, because it hadn't been struck by lightning yet. A. and I had a very uneventful Valentine's Day, and I was getting into my internship at Stonewall. I was volunteering at Kaleidoscope a lot. I had spent the holidays in Columbus and was absolutely miserable about that. I was still amazed at the mildness of Columbus winters. I started asking A. if he was happy on a biweekly basis. I had finished one quarter of my MSW program and was almost through with a second. 2001 as the Year of Suck hadn't really started yet, aside from the holidays. My perpetual quote at my internship was, "No, I'm /not/ 'the straight girl'."
Now:
I live on Weybridge, not Bridgeway (hee, same complex!), in my own bedroom with my own bed. I have 2 weeks left in this quarter and then one more quarter. I'm planning to move back to Boston. A. and I have been split up for 7.5 months or so now, and I've begun a new relationship, which you're all sick to death of reading about. 2001 is over, and things are seriously looking up. I smile a lot. La vida es sueno.
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Date: 2002-02-26 01:13 pm (UTC)dude, i think that means we're twins.
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Date: 2002-02-26 01:18 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-02-26 01:28 pm (UTC)busted.
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Date: 2002-03-01 03:36 am (UTC)Hope moving back to Boston works out. I'm rather envious of that, but I have a lot of pieces to put together before I can make the decision to move, much less in a homeward direction. I think for now that I'll hope my best friend remembers that I can only get plain Fluff at the commissary before he leaves Boston for the rest of his leave in April.
Melissa (http://www.oddharmonic.org/)