That Census Meme
Mar. 10th, 2011 07:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eleanorjaneSeen all over...
March 1981: I'm five, and in my first year of school. We'd just moved to a new town, and to be honest, 1981-1985 all blur together for me.
March 1991: I'm in the first month of tenth grade, which would prove to be one of the best and worst school years for me - best, because I pretty much topped every single class I was in. Worst, because my homeroom teacher hated me, and lied about not getting one of my assignments, thereby ensuring I couldn't get the dux award - which is a pretty horrible thing to do to a kid whose self-worth is entirely based on her intellectual ability. In retrospect, this was the beginning of my downward spiral, motivation-wise. I have grand plans to be a mathematician.
March 2001: I'm dating one of my friends, which proved extremely effective at turning years-long chemistry into apathy and disregard. Turned out he'd been using prodigious quantities of drugs, which explains the fact that he'd gone from a bright and engaging guy to a dull-eyed zombie. I'm in the middle of a legendarily awesome and engrossing RPG campaign. I'm still working at the tax office, and starting to hate it really hard.
March 2011: I'm single, having recovered from about six years of incapacitating illness, working on making myself employable again. I own my own home, and I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up.
March 1981: I'm five, and in my first year of school. We'd just moved to a new town, and to be honest, 1981-1985 all blur together for me.
March 1991: I'm in the first month of tenth grade, which would prove to be one of the best and worst school years for me - best, because I pretty much topped every single class I was in. Worst, because my homeroom teacher hated me, and lied about not getting one of my assignments, thereby ensuring I couldn't get the dux award - which is a pretty horrible thing to do to a kid whose self-worth is entirely based on her intellectual ability. In retrospect, this was the beginning of my downward spiral, motivation-wise. I have grand plans to be a mathematician.
March 2001: I'm dating one of my friends, which proved extremely effective at turning years-long chemistry into apathy and disregard. Turned out he'd been using prodigious quantities of drugs, which explains the fact that he'd gone from a bright and engaging guy to a dull-eyed zombie. I'm in the middle of a legendarily awesome and engrossing RPG campaign. I'm still working at the tax office, and starting to hate it really hard.
March 2011: I'm single, having recovered from about six years of incapacitating illness, working on making myself employable again. I own my own home, and I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up.