Below is a series of open-ended statements that you can answer in any way you wish. (Your favorite song at that time, the name of the head of state, the color of your favorite shirt, the name of your school, the name of your crush, a fear or worry you remember, a sport you played or whatever else strikes your fancy.)
You may stop at whatever age you wish, or continue on for hopes for the future if you like. If you've seen more years than are listed here, feel free to add on!
Then, tag four other people you're interested to see memories from.
So whom shall I tag? tarion_anarore/elf_muses, greenknight33, ssotknapsack, and linwe_ancalime. As usual, I'm trying not to double-tag or tag people who aren't online much. And if you want to try this meme, consider yourself tagged!
In the year I was born:
1981. My parents had been married not quite a year. My dad used to tease me and claim that I was almost the flowergirl in their wedding.
In the year I turned/was 5:
1986. The Challenger exploded. Many years later, I would realize that I was not a kid anymore when I was training employees at The Piece who hadn't been born when Challenger broke up.
I started kindergarten. I met Julia, the girl who would be my best friend for many years to come, on the bus, on the first day of kindergarten. She could read and I could not, so she would often read to me. There were three other kids on the bus called Megan, Molly, and Adam who all got off at the same stop. I found it notable that the three kids in My Little Ponies were called...Megan, Molly, and Adam!
In the year I began school:
1984. I started preschool at a place called Fit By 5 when I was three. I got in trouble there once because we were instructed to "creep over and sit beneath the parallel bars" which one nefarious Lord-of-Caves-in-training interpreted as "creep over and swing on the parallel bars." There was also a large ramp that was called (for some reason) The Perky, and a circle made of yellow tape where we would sit as a class. Sometimes, large pieces of the tape were missing; we were told that Cookie Monster had eaten it.
In the year I turned/was 13:
1994. This was one of the few years where I actually had a group of friends. There was a group of us who all wrote stories, and after three years in school together, we'd found each other. I separated from most of these friends when I chose to go to the Parkville High School for Maths, Science, and Computer Science rather than going to my home school, with my friends.
Each month, a different friend would host a sleepover. We played with Ouija boards and made up stories to go with the letters we got. We practiced putting each other in trances; I was great at putting my friends into trances but could not go into one myself.
In the year I turned/was 15:
1996. I recall this as my worst year of school. Bobby and I ended up with completely opposite schedules, aside from World History, which was a nightmare. Bobby and I--along with a classmate Hansoo--were sort of class heroes for having the guts to tell off obnoxious teacher of said World History class, Ms. Brown. We were required to take Computer Programming for the magnet school, and we got caught cheating...and got off the hook because our teacher liked us and felt sorry for us, obviously not at Parkville for Computer Science but required to take Programming anyway. On the last day of tenth grade, we defied Ms. Brown--who was also our homeroom teacher--and stayed with our Biology teacher and watched Forrest Gump and Top Gun. Naughty parts and all. He was leaving the next year, so he didn't give a shit. The Big Scandal of tenth grade was that "Dawn and Bobby were engaged."
And the Ravens came to Bal'more, hon!
In the year I turned/was 16:
1997. Titanic was out in theatres, and I got obsessed with Titanic history, though my interests were quickly exhausted. The Big Scandal that year was that we in the junior class chose "My Heart Will Go On" as the theme song for the Junior/Senior Prom and the senior class chose "My Heart Will Go On" for the Senior Ball as well. Very intense drama. We had four different English teachers that year. I received my first award in writing for my short story "The Outcasts" (that will never see the light of day again, so don't bother asking!) I remember Ms. Kemery--our fourth and final English teacher that year--went to the awards ceremony with me and bought me balloons. I started working at The Piece, two weeks after my sixteenth birthday.
In the year I turned/was 17:
1998. I would graduate high school in 1999, while I was still seventeen. One of my circle of friends from middle school, Laurie, was hit by a car and killed shortly before we graduated. I hadn't seen her since eighth grade, but I was devastated. I was chosen to receive awards in Biology and English; Bobby received awards in Biology and Social Studies. I was accepted to UMBC with a full tuition scholarship. Bobby and I went to Senior Week in Ocean City with our friend Dennis, who won a Hulk Hogan CD in a game on the Boardwalk and would put on the track "When the Hulkster Gets to Heaven" whenever he had to take a s***.
In the year I turned/was 20:
2001. September 11th happened, five days before my 20th birthday. Bobby and I spent some time apart, and it was the worst year of my life so far. Hopefully ever. Bobby and I went to the Olympics at The Piece and won the Best Teamwork award, and we started training as cooks not long after.
In the year I turned/was 24:
2005. Life was good. I had graduated and started working at the WAU. Bobby and I had been married for a year and living on our own for a year. I shared AMC in my LiveJournal and started writing again.
In the year I turned/was 25:
2006 to present. Well...it is happening now! Bobby and I decided to return to university to finish our Biology degrees. We pursued our open water scuba certifications. We went to Puerto Rico. We adopted a gorgeous little golden-haired puppy named Alex.
In the year I turned/was 30:
I will hopefully be happily writing and look back at the stuff of which I am proudest now and think it awful. Bobby and I will quite possibly be living someplace warm and diving on coral reefs every day.
In the year I turned/was 40:
Perhaps I will have finished my novel and have it published? Maybe I'll even have figured out what I want to be when I grow up.
Alex will be an old man.
In the year I turned/was 45:
I will still believe in magic.
In the year I turned/was 90:
Mine and Bobby's life together will have just begun.
thefridayfive is all about work!
1. Would you rather have a fun job that doesn't pay well or a boring job that does?
Depends...is the job so boring (and so liberal) that I can write? That's my current job. If not for my writing, I could not stand being at the WAU; most days, it is terribly boring, and many other days, I am alone for all or most of the day. Some days, I don't talk to another living human until I get home and talk to Bobby at 5 pm.
But I can write...and it does pay okay.
So if I can write at said boring job, I'll gladly take that. If not, I'll do the fun job (which well might be...writing!) and be happy and poor.
2. Would you sacrifice your morals for a job?
3. Would you ever take a job that requires you to be in costume?
I can't rule that out! I would, for example, skate for my job, and skating requires a costume. If I could write for my job, I quite possibly might wear my cloak and Elf ears, just because (and to freak out the UPS guy), so I suppose that counts too.
4. What is your fantasy job?
At the moment, I think that writing is the only single job I could do for my whole life. Even then, I'd probably take occasional part-time employment for fun or for a change of pace. I suspect that I will work in foodservice again, sometime in my life, just because I like it. Or train dogs. Or teach rollerskating. Or use any number of my other odd talents!
5. Would you like fries with that?
I worked foodservice for years, luckily not at a place where I was required to ask, "Would you like fries with that?" No, we were a step up. We asked, "The side order is French fries; is that okay?" They could also choose cole slaw, applesauce, broccoli, mixed vegetables, mashed potatoes, stuffing, corn, or onion rings (for an extra charge).
It's sad that I remember that.
Aaaand, the fannish5 is a good one too!
What five nitpicky things do you wish writers in your fandom(s) would get right?
*sigh* Since I suspect that this could cause Drama and possibly open Thy Dreaded Can of Wyrms, please note that these are my personal opinions. Which means that you're welcome to disagree (nicely please!) without worrying about knocking the Earth off of Her axis.
1. Fading. I'm still in the midst of researching an essay on this, yes, but my feelings are still that "fading" has nothing to do with "death of grief," and unless I find stunning evidence to the contrary, this will probably remain one of those things that inexplicably irks me, for whatever reason. Probably because the notion of fading as I understand it is so much more interesting and complicated and story-worthy than the fanon idea of fading.
2. LaCE. Ah, that thing called simple "LaCE" that certain canatics like to beat like certain extremist factions unapologetically beat their Bibles. Only there are a lot of problems with LaCE that I'm not going to get into here...enough that I don't trust it much anymore. I have no problem with authors who choose to use it--AMCverse is very strict with regards to it--but please don't act like it is the only interpretation and that the document is not without flaws (and subtleties often missed by certain canatics).
3. Thangorodrim. Most notably, how long Maedhros hung around there. And how he was kept alive...or not. I'd like to figure this out for certain myself! Though another inexplicable fandom pet peeve involves utterly inprobable Thangorodrim scenarios. Right alongside this are utterly improbably chopping-Maedhros-down-from-Thangorodrim scenarios. (Now is a nice time to pimp frenchpony's To Save the Whole, with a note that it is not for the faint of heart but probably the best representation I've yet seen of Maedhros's rescue from Thangorodrim.) I once saw Maedhros cut down with a strong swipe from an arrowhead. What next? A sewing needle??
4. The Halls of Mandos. Namely that they're not Catholic Hell. There are no Elves being roasted over eternal hellfires here. The Halls of Mandos are said to be strange and unknown to the living, which seems to be a plea for some creativity in representing them.
5. The Silmarillion Should Be Trusted. No, it should not. It was "written" by people with their own opinions and agendas with regards to history. Again, I've no problem with people who choose to write "by the book stories," but those who disparage authors who choose to think a bit more about other historical possibilities than the single view shown in The Silmarillion really make my hair stand on end. My personal thought is that if you write "by the book," then you should have reasons for believing it unequivocal truth. But I'm weird like that. :)