I'm Back!

Omgosh, like I said, I am so bad at this! Buuut, it's good for me so I'm trying! Bare with me!

Ok, so tonight I'm gonna answer two questions because I need a break from my homework and I'm trying to curb my Facebook addiction...

1. Tell where you went to school- list teachers, subjects, friends...

Well, I started at Sunshine Nursery School, where I met my two best friends in the world. Two incredible people who I am blessed to still have in my life. I don't remember my teacher's name, but I do remember her face. She had gray, curly hair and was tall. She was average build and was always very nice. She played games with us and encouraged us to use our imaginations and forced us to take naps! haha
After that, I went to Chelsea Elementary but only for a little bit because my parents thought I wasn't being challenged enough.
Soo, I went to St. Augustine's until the end of 2nd grade- kind of a blank period in my life but I was such a trouble-maker. I used to kick boys in the yoohoos and jump the fence and pretend to get hurt for attention. I peed my pants on purpose. I ran away from sschool. Faked chicken pox...yeah I was awful. Sorry!
Then, I went to St. Mary's and I became an angel. I was the teacher's pet and always involved in everything. I remember Sister Rachel. I loved her, she was tough, but man, she was awesome. I loved Mrs. Lacasse, also tough, but she was always so happy and chipper.
I had Mr. Hickey in 7th grade and I loved him. He was hilarious, we used to play jeopardy to review for tests and had a trusty weather-stick. So many fun times.
8th grade was all about Mrs. Chamberland who taught me how much I loved to write. She called me at home to ask if I had started a paper and said she knew I hadn't. She also told me that she wouldn't take anything less than perfect. She made me write and rewrite, but I honestly am so grateful. Writing has since become a therapy for me, she taught me to love writing and how to express myself with words. A very powerful skill. Thank you.
I also remember being a mathemagician (yes, I know), what this really meant is we weren't smart like the pre-calc kids so we got put with Mrs. Moore and did a whole lot of Algebra, so we named ourselves the mathemagicians.
Oooh and Mr. Bourque (I doubt I spelled that right)...the gym teacher all the girls had a crush on! oh boy
Matt and that creepy doll with the black eyes! The demon haha and pointing it at people, throwing stuff out windows, breaking a window omgosh
I remember the adidas clan, the rolled socks, skirts, and unbuttoned blouses that would drive Sister Barbara crazy. We were a crazy class, but man, we had fun.
I remember crushes on Steve, Marc, JB, Joe... omgosh haha I am cracking up thinking about the stuff that I will never print LOL

High school was good, good ole' Cony! Mr. Anderson, Mrs. Beaudoin, Mr. Michaud, Mrs. Tripp, Ms. Roberts, Mr. Small, Mr. Wells, Mr. Anastacio (sorry if that's wrong), Mr. Holland, Mr. Fylstra, Mr. Harvey, oh gosh I know I'm forgetting like a million people... uugh Mr. Gerry Wright, the genius and my favorite piano man! Birdie, best times ever, Mrs. McGough, uugh I can see faces and not names, they're on the tip of my tongue so sorry! Coach Hinds, Mr. Dacus, Mr. Brawn, oh boy.
Chizzle Wizzle, Homecoming, sneaking to the clock, falling through the ceiling LOL, late nights on the stage, backstage laughs, bathroom breaks, late night rehearsals, late night studdy sessions, Calloway Coffee House, Have a Heart, Mads, Ends, Ariel, Jordan, Mike, Danielle, Alyssa, Trisha, J, T, Matt, Alan, Bobby, Elizabeth, Nic, Matt, ERay, France, Adam, Spain, tylenol in chorus, chorus that never ended, sleepovers (JAT), singing at the Opera House (MIKE), National Anthems until my face goes blue, solos, being obnoxiously loud in the library and getting away with it because Mr. Small loved us, the shop, FC, FH, LAX, Tennis, quitting French senior year(gosh, I wish I had listen to your advice Mr. McNeil, buuuut I knew everything cos I was such an expert), stealing a brick on the last day..., privileges, sneaking out, getting out of detention when we didn't deserve it, bio, Alex, SI, getting pushed off a tree by Ricky going "hope you learned how to self-belay", doing the walk, the catwalk... OMG THERE'S BLOOD EVERYWHERE!! FIGHT!! haha wow wow I could go on forever

College...still happening...save that for another day, the history is still unwritten

2. What is the longest you went without sleep? How did you feel? Why did you lose sleep?
OMGOSH!! I know this one haha welll, it was my senior year and the boys from London wanted to go on an adventure so we did and I went with them to the tennis courts, we put out a blanket and just chilled under the stars for hours talking about life, being crazy and all that jazz...welll I had to take them back to camp for curfew which, we barely made. Denholm and I played a game of frisbee golf...lost all the frisbees cos it was wicked foggy and we had no idea where we actually threw half of them. Iain and I had an intense convo that night (you found what you were looking for, I'll never forget that night, Love you like a brother) Gosh only knows what James and Jon were up to... ;)
Well, I got home and was on such an adrenaline high that I stayed up talking with someone for the remainder of the evening, and next thign you know, it was tiem for me to get up and go to camp myself...annnd it was a sleepover night, which at that time meant you didn't sleep. We stayed up all ngith playing pranks, covered in dirt crawling around in all black, commando style, scaring the bejesus out of the newbie counselors...then we had a full day of camp the next day.
Soo I went almost 72 hours without sleep. It was amazing though and I would never change any of it. I felt invincible.

Ok...enough blogging, back to homework! I promise to not be such a stranger!
Later xoxo