1.) During the summer between the third and fourth grade I was outside my house in Nowhere, MT, USA. As I was saying, it was summer and I was out in the yard riding my bike when I heard an indescribable crunch. I drove back around to discover that I had ran over a small mouse. It was still kind of twitching, still barely alive, so instead of leaving it or putting it out of its misery, I took it inside my house and let it "live" in the doll house my grandfather built. Needless to say, it died later that day, but I didn't want to move it, so it essentially rotted away in that doll house for about a week before I convinced my younger brother to get rid of it for me. My mom still has that dollhouse and I managed not to get some sort of mouse flu.
2.) In the fourth grade, in Mrs. Laden's class, we were assigned to create calendar pieces for the upcoming month. The directions were simple and clear: color in the object, cut it out, and put your name on the back. I turned my piece in and then took another (as there were more days in the month to be completed than there were students). Instead of completing this second piece as assigned, I turned it in uncolored, not cut out, and with "anonymous" written on the back, only, I couldn't spell so it read "annonimos" or something along those lines. Mrs. Laden. was furious and threatened to punish the whole class if the author, who she hotly pointed out was a terrible speller, did not confess to their idea of a joke. I, of course, did not confess and let this kid named Carl Tibbets take the fall for me. For this he was punished and his privileges were taken away for the rest of the year. I never bothered to correct the injustice. Years later I confessed to Carl that it was me but he had convinced himself otherwise and so I dropped the subject letting him believe his version of the events.
3.) I cried harder and for a longer period of time when my cat died than when my grandfather died. He died when I was a senior in high school before Tripod- who died when I was in my senior year of college.
4.) When I thought I was going to get fired at one of the retail locations that employed me, I decided to start giving every good-looking guy, elderly person, or friendly customer our employee discount on their purchases. I wasn't even allowed access to the code to issue an employee purchase "technically" but I knew it and, thus, used it liberally.
5.) I submitted artwork for a t-shirt design once in middle school. However, the artwork was not original, seeing as I traced over it using computer paper and a box lamp. And even though I didn't win, I was still a finalist. In fact, two of "my works" were in the final 10.
6.) Again, when I was a youngster, my family had several cats. On occasion, one of our cats would have a litter of kittens. I used to like to play this game with the baby kittens called "mama to the rescue" where I would remove one of the kitten s from the litter and hide it somewhere in the house and wait for the mama cat to come and find it. I stopped playing that game after I hid one of the kittens on the book shelf and when the mama cat came to retrieve it, she dropped it on her way down. Though the kitten was perfectly fine, I still felt really bad about it.
7.) It was the end of third grade and I decided to make a move on my year long crush. I gave him a secret note at the end of school one day, as everyone was leaving their classrooms for the buses. I told him it was a note from our teacher and not to open it until he got home. He was with a group of friends and acted nonchalant and coy about the matter and began to open it, right there, in the presence of his friends and me. It was at this point that I made a mad dash for the first open room I could find. I hid in the boys bathroom (yes, the boys bathroom), as it was the closest thing, and I only had seconds to spare. I heard him laughing, with his friends, in the distance. I assume it was from the note's contents. That afternoon, I stayed in the bathroom sobbing for a good 30 minutes until I was sure the coast was clear, because now I had not only spilled my guts to, oh, about 6 people, but also trapped myself in the boys bathroom. I also missed my bus. Since then, and it is because of this reason, that I have yet to make the first move on a boy.
8.) I once had a secret, well, we'll call it "shrine" to a certain boy-bander in middle-school, though my friends and I all supposedly hated that type of music. The shrine was in a shallow closet I had in my room, near my bed and was wall to wall, ceiling to floor covered with pictures from Tiger Beat types of magazines which I would also purchase in secret. There may have also been some sort of candle in there... probably a tea-lite. Incidentally, I also kept my science fair project in there, which were containers of moldy milk, arranged by date and how long they had been out of the refrigerator.
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