#tinyteacher14

The only other time that it really impacts me is that I know that the gene is dominant—thus I have a 50% chance of passing it on—and the severity of cases can vary wildly in families so just because I have a mild form doesn’t mean that I won’t have a kid who really suffers from it. 

I'm having a hard time even removing them from my room. Isn't that pathetic? Time to look for a shoebox.

ETA: Also BOOKS. And famous authors.

 Poppy: Well, it depends on which childhood home you are talking about. (Who’d have thought that this would be my longest answer.) The house I lived in until I was 6 (almost 7) was pink for a while, then my parents repainted it blue (or maybe the other way around, I don’t remember.) When we moved into our next home, we had to live in a rental place for half a year. That was white. The house I lived in from 1st grade through 6th started out fugly poop brown, which my parents then had painted yellow when they put on an addition. Then my parents split up and I was between houses (dad’s on weekends since he lived an hour and a half away.) My mom’s house was white (6th-8th grade.)  While my dad’s house was red (he had that house until last year.) In 8th grade my mom bought a house that was tan, and in 9th grade my dad moved back to my town to see me through HS and I moved in with him and that was blue.

(P.S. "The tears of a college student" won)