History quiz
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siercia30 years ago I didn't exist. In six months, I'd be a zygote growing inside my Mom... her first child. My parents were living in East Hartford CT. Mom was working as a substitute teacher, and Dad was working (I think for Traveller's Insurance) and going to law school.
25 years ago I'm almost 4 years old. My parents have bought a house in Manchester CT, and my sister Rebecca had been born, and was 2 1/2. My mom stayed home with us, and we didn't go to preschool or anything like that. Obviously, I don't remember much.
20 years ago I'm 8 years old, in the third grade at St. James School. Mrs. Fogg is my teacher. She was definitely the less cool teacher, but I have a history of getting the battle axes. This is the year they decide, for some reason, to put me in the middle reading group instead of the first, despite the fact that I read above grade level. That didn't last long. I've got a crush on a cute boy, and I don't have a lot of friends. I've got a little brother as well as a sister now; he's almost 2. And my Mom's pregnant with my littlest brother, who will be born in July.
15 years ago I'm 13 years old, in the eighth grade, still at St. James. I'll "graduate" in 3 months. I've decided to stay the course with catholic school, and will be going to East Catholic High School in the fall. I took the entrance and placement tests, got accepted and placed into an honors track for classes. I wouldn't realize until the fall how much this would suck. I was pretty impressed with myself at the time. I'm still not sure why I didn't choose to go to public school. I was on the basketball team, but even as an eighth grader was bad enough at it that I was still second string (It didn't help that there were at least 7 or 8 girls in my class that all played). I was also in the school band, playing the flute. I'm at one of those teenage girl "awkward" ages; enough said.
10 years ago I'm 18, a second semester freshman at Clark University. I'm taking a Survey of American History 1865-Present class and loving it. Taught by an uber liberal professor, it's the first time I've gotten any exposure to the history of the "common" person. If I thought I liked history in High school, this is simply amazing, and when I decide that I completely want to be a history major. (I'm also taking Psych 101, an Ed course, and a cultural Geography course; only the latter interests me at all) Wiley and I have been together for 5 months now. We've managed to chase his roommate away, and are pretty much living together in his new single room. I traded roommates at the semester break, and I'm pretty unimpressed with the new one and she with me. By the end of the year, we'll no longer be speaking to each other. She'll end up marrying one of Wiley's friends, and I'll bail on the wedding at the last minute. I'm volunteering once a week tutoring at a local elementary school, and Wiley walks me back and forth each time, because we live in a scary neighborhood, and I'm tutoring a high school girl as well. I have no job, because I didn't qualify for financial aid. I love college. I finally have a group of friends that I really click with, and I'm enjoying myself. We watch TinyToons together every afternoon in my friend Autumn's room, and then we all go get dinner together. With classes that I enjoy (and a scholarship to keep) I am motivated to do well and work hard, something I never was in high school.
5 years ago I'm 23, graduated from college, living with Wiley in Malden. We are newly engaged, and planning the wedding. It's about now that I decide the wedding will be at Sturbridge Village and start scheming to make it happen. I've just gotten my first post-college "real job", working for Stream. They do Microsoft support, and a stroke of luck has landed me in the group that puts me on the fast track to learning NT, which a year or so later lands me at my current job. Having a real job leads me to decide to drop working on my Master's thesis, and not complete the degree. It seemed a good idea at the time, now I wish I'd had the stamina to finish it.
1 year ago Good God. I'm 27 years old. I'm married almost three years, I'm 7 months pregnant, and feel like a house. We're living in Dorchester, in the yucky apartment, and we're house hunting. Actually, technically, we've got an offer in, and a deposit made, and we're trying to co-ordinate mortgage applications, inspections, packing, moving plans. It's a good thing Wiley's doing lot of this, because, have I mentioned, I'm 7 months pregnant? I'm spazzy at work because I'm trying to get everything tied up before going on maternity leave, I'm spazzy at home because we have to pack our 15,000 possessions. I haven't slept through the night in months. And through all of this, people expect me to "glow". We've not bought a crib, or a car seat, or a changing table, and are pretty much completely unprepared at this point. But there's no going back now!
Now I'm 28 and a Mom. Widget is 10 months old today, and we're living in the house we were frenzied over last year. It's not always easy, but is fun most of the time. I'm still at the same job, working from home half time. Hoping to change careers sometime before my 30th birthday, not sure yet where I want to go. Things are great 80% of the time, and we're working on that other 20%
25 years ago I'm almost 4 years old. My parents have bought a house in Manchester CT, and my sister Rebecca had been born, and was 2 1/2. My mom stayed home with us, and we didn't go to preschool or anything like that. Obviously, I don't remember much.
20 years ago I'm 8 years old, in the third grade at St. James School. Mrs. Fogg is my teacher. She was definitely the less cool teacher, but I have a history of getting the battle axes. This is the year they decide, for some reason, to put me in the middle reading group instead of the first, despite the fact that I read above grade level. That didn't last long. I've got a crush on a cute boy, and I don't have a lot of friends. I've got a little brother as well as a sister now; he's almost 2. And my Mom's pregnant with my littlest brother, who will be born in July.
15 years ago I'm 13 years old, in the eighth grade, still at St. James. I'll "graduate" in 3 months. I've decided to stay the course with catholic school, and will be going to East Catholic High School in the fall. I took the entrance and placement tests, got accepted and placed into an honors track for classes. I wouldn't realize until the fall how much this would suck. I was pretty impressed with myself at the time. I'm still not sure why I didn't choose to go to public school. I was on the basketball team, but even as an eighth grader was bad enough at it that I was still second string (It didn't help that there were at least 7 or 8 girls in my class that all played). I was also in the school band, playing the flute. I'm at one of those teenage girl "awkward" ages; enough said.
10 years ago I'm 18, a second semester freshman at Clark University. I'm taking a Survey of American History 1865-Present class and loving it. Taught by an uber liberal professor, it's the first time I've gotten any exposure to the history of the "common" person. If I thought I liked history in High school, this is simply amazing, and when I decide that I completely want to be a history major. (I'm also taking Psych 101, an Ed course, and a cultural Geography course; only the latter interests me at all) Wiley and I have been together for 5 months now. We've managed to chase his roommate away, and are pretty much living together in his new single room. I traded roommates at the semester break, and I'm pretty unimpressed with the new one and she with me. By the end of the year, we'll no longer be speaking to each other. She'll end up marrying one of Wiley's friends, and I'll bail on the wedding at the last minute. I'm volunteering once a week tutoring at a local elementary school, and Wiley walks me back and forth each time, because we live in a scary neighborhood, and I'm tutoring a high school girl as well. I have no job, because I didn't qualify for financial aid. I love college. I finally have a group of friends that I really click with, and I'm enjoying myself. We watch TinyToons together every afternoon in my friend Autumn's room, and then we all go get dinner together. With classes that I enjoy (and a scholarship to keep) I am motivated to do well and work hard, something I never was in high school.
5 years ago I'm 23, graduated from college, living with Wiley in Malden. We are newly engaged, and planning the wedding. It's about now that I decide the wedding will be at Sturbridge Village and start scheming to make it happen. I've just gotten my first post-college "real job", working for Stream. They do Microsoft support, and a stroke of luck has landed me in the group that puts me on the fast track to learning NT, which a year or so later lands me at my current job. Having a real job leads me to decide to drop working on my Master's thesis, and not complete the degree. It seemed a good idea at the time, now I wish I'd had the stamina to finish it.
1 year ago Good God. I'm 27 years old. I'm married almost three years, I'm 7 months pregnant, and feel like a house. We're living in Dorchester, in the yucky apartment, and we're house hunting. Actually, technically, we've got an offer in, and a deposit made, and we're trying to co-ordinate mortgage applications, inspections, packing, moving plans. It's a good thing Wiley's doing lot of this, because, have I mentioned, I'm 7 months pregnant? I'm spazzy at work because I'm trying to get everything tied up before going on maternity leave, I'm spazzy at home because we have to pack our 15,000 possessions. I haven't slept through the night in months. And through all of this, people expect me to "glow". We've not bought a crib, or a car seat, or a changing table, and are pretty much completely unprepared at this point. But there's no going back now!
Now I'm 28 and a Mom. Widget is 10 months old today, and we're living in the house we were frenzied over last year. It's not always easy, but is fun most of the time. I'm still at the same job, working from home half time. Hoping to change careers sometime before my 30th birthday, not sure yet where I want to go. Things are great 80% of the time, and we're working on that other 20%
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I love Jenn because....
Date: 2002-02-27 12:26 pm (UTC)