So I just found out from my mother that not only was I crazy enough to bug the hell out of my immediate family ca. 1995, but my "issues" also made my second-grade teacher, who had been teaching for twenty years, change the way she did the stupid time tests.
Apparently, she always did them on Friday.
Enter seven-year-old me, who would make myself ill on Thursday.
So then the lovely woman, bless her soul, decided to do them randomly to cut down on the anticipation.
And I would make myself ill EVERY day.
You know the funny part? I'm the normal one in the family.
That's scary.
2 comments:
My "normal one" is mourning the loss of sexual favors in acadamia???? Oh, joy!!!!! I have done a wonderful job:).....what would you be doing if you were not normal????
toooooo funny......:):):)
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