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Twenty years ago, I...Was constantly on the move with my family, trying to get as far away as we could from the site of the Chernobyl disaster. This is something I have no memories of.
Fifteen years ago, I...Was in an experimental first grade. I'd scored high on my IQ tests and could read early, so they put me in a class expected to do advanced work in every subject. I did well in Russian and Ukrainian, ok in English and dancing and middling-lousy at math. My dad wound up doing all my art homework for me. If this was a politically correct story, I'd say I was offended at having to take a Religion class - a Christian religion one, of course - but the truth of the matter is, I liked it. The Bible stories the teacher told us were
stories, and that was something I could never get enough of.
Ten years ago, I...Was in middle school. It wasn't hell yet, but I think a part of me knew what was coming. On the plus side, I had consistently good teachers, who not only respected my interest in sci fi and fantasy but lent me books.
Five years ago, I...Lived in the same house as my great-grandmother, who was slowly dying. My parents refused to put her in a nursing home. It was a decision I did and do agree with, but there were times I couldn't handle it. There were days I felt like I couldn't breathe and had to storm out of the house just so I wouldn't have to see or hear any of it. I picked fights with my mother as an excuse for my storming out, but I'm pretty sure she knew exactly what was going on and went along with it.
This was also the year my best friend ran away from home. I was one of the few people she stayed in contact with and I was pretty much the only link between her and her parents. I wound up trying to take care of her, to advise her, to act as mediator between her and her family. I failed pretty badly, I think. It took a while to get it through my head that it wasn't my job to be her mother, and it wasn't my job to save her.
One year ago, I...Had a distractor attached to my left arm and was in horrendous pain. I was still taking Dilaudid at the time, which meant spending most of the day stoned off my ass. The hallucinations were the last straw; the one thing I couldn't deal with. Turned out that's just how my body reacts to morphine. Guess who's never taking morphine again.
Yesterday, I...Didn't actually do much of anything. Let's see...I went to class, watched some House...made oatmeal. No, seriously. Most boring day ever.
Today, I...Have to finish typing this meme, before I wind up late for class. After I get back, I'll have the next Heroes episode as my reward for surviving Tuesday-the-hellday.
Today, I also realized that a year ago, I would have put half this meme under friendslock.
Tomorrow, I...Will go to Psych and probably work on the midterm project for same. No concrete plans beside that.
Anyone who wants to, consider yourself tagged.
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