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versipellis
How this works:
You comment, I give you an age (please tell me how old you currently are) and you fill out the meme questions with what applied to you back then, and now.
She gave me 13.
The headings:
Home
The job
The body
The friend
Home
Okay so at 13. I think home was reasonably okay at the time and I also think Mum was working (which tends to imply that home was reasonably okay) although there was a sense of impermanance there I think. I was definitely Getting Into Harry Potter somewhat around then too.
The year was 1999/2000. I was living...in the same place I'm living now, Kiz still lived over the road and we used to prank call each other on our new phones (motorola bricks) playing music by holding the phones to our CD players. The street was quieting down by then as everyone got older but I still occasionally hung out with the lads from further up the street and we spent much of our time standing in the middle of the road, pretending to be cool and repeating vulgar jokes (I cringe with shame now, of course, but the fact of the matter is at 13 I was pretty vile). I also know that it was at this point the electrics in our bathroom went kaput- I was in the shower when the shower turned itself off. It has never worked since (despite installing new EVERYTHING).
The Job
Well I wasn't employed. I think my aspirations were still somewhat shakily focussed upon the poet/writer-cum-actor of my junior school years, although the actor was already getting on shaky ground. My confidence was not what it was by a long shot and I was unhappy in school and therefore unlikely to try out for anything that might bring me to attention. (No more school plays for me).
My favourite subject was English, although somewhere around this time I and my friends became convinced one of our teachers was working for Voldemort (although I might be fudging a bit and drifting into age 14 there...) I have a feeling too that this was the year Anna, Lynz and I started up the school's Writing Club, which mostly consisted of us drinking sugar-with-a-dash-of-coffee in the Quiet Room after school and getting rather hyperactive and giggly.
Body
Oh thirteen, yes it was definitely the beginning of my continual battle with 'the body'. I hated it. I hated the uniform, I was desperate to shave off ALL of my long hair (I didn't) and continually made show-offy remarks about my developing (urgh urgh urgh) body to my friends in order to try and cover for the fact I felt increasingly unhappy with everything about the way I looked and was looked upon.
Let's move on!
The Friend
Anna was my best friend and I am happy to say we are still very good friends indeed today. We sat together in lessons whenever we could and I began to copy her handwriting because I was envious of its neatness (my copying is the highest form of admiration). I think we'd started to make good friends with several others during this time including Lynz, Katie and so on and slowly our little gathering of freaks, geeks and brains and bookworms grew. *pats it*. I've already mentioned out of school friends under home for the most part. In our school as we hit year 8 we were the bottom rung for lunch which meant that I was provided a note so that Anna and I could walk down the road to Nanny's to eat our packed lunches (or Nanny would give hot buttery toast), as otherwise there was a high risk of me having some sort of hunger-orientated breakdown, which my mother (thank God) realised early on. Originally this arrangement was to be for only that school year that we were last in the lunch line, but it became a permanent fixture. It was an oasis of peace and comfort when it was most needed.
So 13...not my best year, but definitely not my worst by far.
versipellisHow this works:
You comment, I give you an age (please tell me how old you currently are) and you fill out the meme questions with what applied to you back then, and now.
She gave me 13.
The headings:
Home
The job
The body
The friend
Home
Okay so at 13. I think home was reasonably okay at the time and I also think Mum was working (which tends to imply that home was reasonably okay) although there was a sense of impermanance there I think. I was definitely Getting Into Harry Potter somewhat around then too.
The year was 1999/2000. I was living...in the same place I'm living now, Kiz still lived over the road and we used to prank call each other on our new phones (motorola bricks) playing music by holding the phones to our CD players. The street was quieting down by then as everyone got older but I still occasionally hung out with the lads from further up the street and we spent much of our time standing in the middle of the road, pretending to be cool and repeating vulgar jokes (I cringe with shame now, of course, but the fact of the matter is at 13 I was pretty vile). I also know that it was at this point the electrics in our bathroom went kaput- I was in the shower when the shower turned itself off. It has never worked since (despite installing new EVERYTHING).
The Job
Well I wasn't employed. I think my aspirations were still somewhat shakily focussed upon the poet/writer-cum-actor of my junior school years, although the actor was already getting on shaky ground. My confidence was not what it was by a long shot and I was unhappy in school and therefore unlikely to try out for anything that might bring me to attention. (No more school plays for me).
My favourite subject was English, although somewhere around this time I and my friends became convinced one of our teachers was working for Voldemort (although I might be fudging a bit and drifting into age 14 there...) I have a feeling too that this was the year Anna, Lynz and I started up the school's Writing Club, which mostly consisted of us drinking sugar-with-a-dash-of-coffee in the Quiet Room after school and getting rather hyperactive and giggly.
Body
Oh thirteen, yes it was definitely the beginning of my continual battle with 'the body'. I hated it. I hated the uniform, I was desperate to shave off ALL of my long hair (I didn't) and continually made show-offy remarks about my developing (urgh urgh urgh) body to my friends in order to try and cover for the fact I felt increasingly unhappy with everything about the way I looked and was looked upon.
Let's move on!
The Friend
Anna was my best friend and I am happy to say we are still very good friends indeed today. We sat together in lessons whenever we could and I began to copy her handwriting because I was envious of its neatness (my copying is the highest form of admiration). I think we'd started to make good friends with several others during this time including Lynz, Katie and so on and slowly our little gathering of freaks, geeks and brains and bookworms grew. *pats it*. I've already mentioned out of school friends under home for the most part. In our school as we hit year 8 we were the bottom rung for lunch which meant that I was provided a note so that Anna and I could walk down the road to Nanny's to eat our packed lunches (or Nanny would give hot buttery toast), as otherwise there was a high risk of me having some sort of hunger-orientated breakdown, which my mother (thank God) realised early on. Originally this arrangement was to be for only that school year that we were last in the lunch line, but it became a permanent fixture. It was an oasis of peace and comfort when it was most needed.
So 13...not my best year, but definitely not my worst by far.
