6, 24, 19, 33, 40. I pluck at numbers and this is what happens.
6. Talk about the worst birthday you've had.
You know how, back when you were little, you had those big birthdays and invited the whole class? And the birthday had a theme, right? So, once I had a Pocahontas-themed birthday party with arts and crafts that were all Native-American-themed, and my mom totally went all out for it and worked really hard and I even got a brand new Pocahontas costume to wear. But I was so worried that no one would come to my party and that if they did come, they wouldn't enjoy it, that they would laugh at my outfit -- I was so worried about all of those things that I forgot to have fun, even though the party went well.
Even thinking about it now makes me feel weird. My mom is this really fantastic person and she always tries so hard to help me succeed and make sure I'm happy and goddammit I just love my mom.
24. Talk about something someone told you that meant a lot.
When I got into medical school, the first person I called was my dad. When I told him that I had gotten in, he told me he was so proud of me and so happy that he was actually crying.
I'm getting weepy just thinking about it now because I'm a sentimental dumb.
19. Talk about something that happened in middle school.
Once, in middle school Spanish, we had just finished having a lesson in vocabulary during which our teacher had quizzed us on the meanings of various words. I had raised my hand a lot because, you know, I knew the answers. After the lesson, we were waiting for the morning announcements, and the teacher called me back to her desk and quietly asked me to please stop answering all the questions. She said she knew I was intelligent and that I picked up Spanish quickly, but she said I wasn't being fair to the other students. I was hurt and got really sulky and literally did not participate in any of my classes for the rest of the day.
Back in middle school, I wasn't a very nice person. I thought I was smart and I let people know it. But at the same time, I craved my teachers' approval, so answering all their questions seemed like the obvious approach. In retrospect, the teacher had a point, but I think maybe she could have handled the situation a little differently? I don't know.
Incidentally, something like that happened in first grade, only that time I literally just wanted my teacher to like me.
33. Talk about what you do when you are sad.
If I'm about to be sad and maybe cry in front of someone else, I start cleaning -- making my bed, folding clothes, putting away the dishes, putting everything at right angles. It just makes me feel better to have something organized and under control, even if it isn't my emotions.
If I'm alone, it's different. If I'm alone, I figure I might as well cry. Then I end up scrunched into a corner and sobbing. Good stuff.
40. Talk about the end of something in your life.
Maybe when you take a couple bites of a Fuji apple, who was nothing but good to you, you decide you wanna leave. Like -- that's cool, that's a thing! That's okay! You just eat the core outta that Fuji apple-- you take its heart, and you leave! That's fun! That's fun for you!
Long story short, eat whatever apples you want. Just remember: apples have feelings. Ya cunt bitch.
