History meme, way late
May. 4th, 2003 10:10 amFinished the English paper! Yaaaaay!!! And soon the history paper will be over. It'll be crap, but it'll be over.
Procrastination in the form of the history meme. Although I think I may change the years and re-do it, 'cause nothing much interesting happened in the years that fall into this meme,
Twenty years ago: I was a zygote. Roughly. My birthday is 2/26/84, and I was born two weeks late, so you do the math on that one.
Ten years ago: Third grade was about to end. I think I dropped out of Brownies as soon as school was over, and never was happier. I may have just discovered the Babysitters' Club books at this point as well. I had longer hair than I do now, but not so long as it had been the year before, when it was past my butt. I had just gotten glasses that October. Third grade was the year I learned French and started Future Problem Solving (go FPS!) in Encore, the one-morning-a-week gesture Metro schools makes to gifted kids. Unfortunately, all I remember of French is "bonjour." Other than that, I don't remember much about that year at all...
Five years ago: I was about to head off to high school, which would be a change from an arts magnet to an academic magnet. I was pissed that I would be leaving all my friends who were going to the arts magnet high school, but intrigued by the idea of a P.E. class where usual activities were walking around downtown and stopping at McDonald's, bowling, and ice skating. The 26 AP courses also were intriguing. I didn't know it at that point, but it was my last summer without my own computer--my dad got a new one that September, and gave me his old one (Mom kept hers) to put in my room 'cause I was taking up way too much of his computer time with the papers I immediately had to start writing for HS. I think we got a cable modem around the same time.
Three years ago: The end of sophomore year. That was the crazy year where we had spring break near the end of April and got out for summer only three weeks later. No one could take those three weeks seriously, even if one of them was exam week. I was finishing the hell that was Pacesetter Spanish 3 and vowing to take AP the next year and then no more Spanish. I was chin-deep in FS-fandom and shipperdom, and still doing the quote list. This was about as prolific as I got with the fic, too. ScaperCon didn't happen that year because of parents, but I've made up for it. ;)
One year ago: High school graduation! Woo-hoo! Well, close enough, anyway. Actually, right around this point I was driving myself into the ground studying for AP exams (I had the GPA to not have to take finals), three of which I had that year. But I'd rather talk about graduation. We wore pretty blue gowns and caps (and NHS people like me had yellow and blue tassels; non-NHS types had white and blue. I envied them their colors), and our procession from the school to the arena stopped traffic on Broadway. It was great. Michael Mendenhall, our valedictorian, made a speech that was basically, "I hate you all and hope you die," and we all wondered again why he had to be valedictorian. Most everyone was crying at the end when we tossed our caps, and giving out e-mail addresses and such and promising to let each other know college addresses and such when we knew them. Like every graduating class at my school, everyone in my 200-odd class was going to college somewhere, some farther than others.
Yesterday: I worked like hell on my English paper and finished it all in one day. It's damn good, too. I also took pictures of all the pretty flowers and bitched about how cold it was for May.
Today: Work like hell on my history paper. It'll suck, but I don't care anymore. It's due, along with the English paper, tomorrow. Take a break at 6 for dinner with Pez Club (Whitney, Chandra, Ellen, Becky) and a short play about hatred of allstus from Kinsella's poetry class.
Tomorrow: Work more on the history paper. (Probably won't have gone to bed the night before.) Turn it and the English paper in by 5 PM, 'cause we don't have classes anymore, and I can't turn it in in a class. Scream with joy, and then whimper when I realize that I have three finals on Friday and Saturday to start studying for. Put it off and walk to the elementary school's playground with the aforementioned Pezzers to swing on swings and take pictures.
- Becca
Procrastination in the form of the history meme. Although I think I may change the years and re-do it, 'cause nothing much interesting happened in the years that fall into this meme,
Twenty years ago: I was a zygote. Roughly. My birthday is 2/26/84, and I was born two weeks late, so you do the math on that one.
Ten years ago: Third grade was about to end. I think I dropped out of Brownies as soon as school was over, and never was happier. I may have just discovered the Babysitters' Club books at this point as well. I had longer hair than I do now, but not so long as it had been the year before, when it was past my butt. I had just gotten glasses that October. Third grade was the year I learned French and started Future Problem Solving (go FPS!) in Encore, the one-morning-a-week gesture Metro schools makes to gifted kids. Unfortunately, all I remember of French is "bonjour." Other than that, I don't remember much about that year at all...
Five years ago: I was about to head off to high school, which would be a change from an arts magnet to an academic magnet. I was pissed that I would be leaving all my friends who were going to the arts magnet high school, but intrigued by the idea of a P.E. class where usual activities were walking around downtown and stopping at McDonald's, bowling, and ice skating. The 26 AP courses also were intriguing. I didn't know it at that point, but it was my last summer without my own computer--my dad got a new one that September, and gave me his old one (Mom kept hers) to put in my room 'cause I was taking up way too much of his computer time with the papers I immediately had to start writing for HS. I think we got a cable modem around the same time.
Three years ago: The end of sophomore year. That was the crazy year where we had spring break near the end of April and got out for summer only three weeks later. No one could take those three weeks seriously, even if one of them was exam week. I was finishing the hell that was Pacesetter Spanish 3 and vowing to take AP the next year and then no more Spanish. I was chin-deep in FS-fandom and shipperdom, and still doing the quote list. This was about as prolific as I got with the fic, too. ScaperCon didn't happen that year because of parents, but I've made up for it. ;)
One year ago: High school graduation! Woo-hoo! Well, close enough, anyway. Actually, right around this point I was driving myself into the ground studying for AP exams (I had the GPA to not have to take finals), three of which I had that year. But I'd rather talk about graduation. We wore pretty blue gowns and caps (and NHS people like me had yellow and blue tassels; non-NHS types had white and blue. I envied them their colors), and our procession from the school to the arena stopped traffic on Broadway. It was great. Michael Mendenhall, our valedictorian, made a speech that was basically, "I hate you all and hope you die," and we all wondered again why he had to be valedictorian. Most everyone was crying at the end when we tossed our caps, and giving out e-mail addresses and such and promising to let each other know college addresses and such when we knew them. Like every graduating class at my school, everyone in my 200-odd class was going to college somewhere, some farther than others.
Yesterday: I worked like hell on my English paper and finished it all in one day. It's damn good, too. I also took pictures of all the pretty flowers and bitched about how cold it was for May.
Today: Work like hell on my history paper. It'll suck, but I don't care anymore. It's due, along with the English paper, tomorrow. Take a break at 6 for dinner with Pez Club (Whitney, Chandra, Ellen, Becky) and a short play about hatred of allstus from Kinsella's poetry class.
Tomorrow: Work more on the history paper. (Probably won't have gone to bed the night before.) Turn it and the English paper in by 5 PM, 'cause we don't have classes anymore, and I can't turn it in in a class. Scream with joy, and then whimper when I realize that I have three finals on Friday and Saturday to start studying for. Put it off and walk to the elementary school's playground with the aforementioned Pezzers to swing on swings and take pictures.
- Becca
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