This will mark the official halfway point of my “100 Things 2009 edition” and I can feel the excitement building out there. You just need to know these things about me, don’t you? Good thing I’m not going to make you wait much longer, eh?
Let’s call this one the “School Days” edition.
1. I attended twelve years of Catholic school and am glad for the education I received. It was a good, solid foundation.
2. After my dad died at the end of my freshman year, my Uncle Bob paid my tuition for the remaining three years I attended a very expensive private girls school. I took him to the Father-Daughter dance in my senior year. I don’t know if I’ve ever thanked him properly for that gift.
3. The Religion teacher in my freshman years was a sorta hippie dude named Sam Castiglione. We called him “Sammy Sandals”. He was nice enough, I suppose but really stood out in an all girls school.
4. My friends and I used to write each other letters during the day and pass them to each other in the halls. Believe it or not, I still have them and they still make me laugh.
5. One friend, Linda, was HILARIOUS and very droll in her letters. She was into Elton John for two years and then “graduated” to Jimmy Page after that.
6. Geometry and Chemistry were my two most hated courses. If it involves any kind of logical thinking, it wasn’t my cup of tea.
7. I had the best boyfriend when I was 16. Despite the fact that he was a brainiac beyond all measure and well, see my #6, we got along great. Mostly, I liked to make out and he seemed to like that so it was all good. (He wanted to watch Monty Python and I wanted to smooch for 30 minutes before Saturday Night Live. I won about 75% of the time! What can I say? Monty is a formidable opponent!)
8. Best memory of him: He called in the middle of a fight I was having with the mother. I was crying and all of a sudden he said he had to go and hung up abruptly. Fifteen minutes later, he was at my front door saying “I know you needed a hug so I drove over to give you one. I gotta go back home now.” He hugged me and left. It was the nicest thing anyone had done for me.
9. I placed in the Advanced English comp class in college but managed to get an F by virtue of the fact that I didn’t bother to attend. I had to go back and take Basic English comp and there I met a wonderful teacher. I credit this woman with the bulk of my writing skills to this day. She was about 3 feet tall and often had to get on a chair to talk face to face with some basketball players but she knew how to teach.
10. I had to take stats three times (yes, I said 3) because I had to get a C for it to count in my major. I got an F, a D and finally (ta-da) an A! That was just hellish for me. (Logic and Lisa are often mutually exclusive.)
Look! A whole post of late that doesn’t mention David Cook! :) And Gal, it’s okay for you not to watch the video. He was actually pretty funny in much of it and only sad a bit at the end. I thank you for your confession, though!
