The lovely and talented Allison came up with some questions for today’s Awesome Retro Meme Monday… how talented is she? So much so that I went to double-check her blog address so I could link to her, and got distracted by yesterday’s post, and then wrote a long comment, and clean forgot that I had already started writing a post of my own.
She’s that good, folks.
Anyway, I love her questions! As always, if you want to play along on your own blog or in the comments, please do! We old folks with wall-mounted telephones are all about playing the internet like it’s 2001.
1. What was your favourite subject in school? Anything not-math? I was really very good at math until grade four, went it all went horribly wrong, and I never really recovered. I kept plugging away at it, and teachers seemed to see something in me, because I kept getting put in advanced classes, where I floundered helplessly, wondering why in the fuck math needed Venn diagrams and letters, for god’s sake. In grade ten, we were subjected to a long lecture from our teacher after a particularly abysmal trigonometry test; until my dying day, I’ll never forget it. Mr. Keddy, this one’s for you:
When I was a young boy, I was in 4-H. And one summer, my project was to grow cabbages. I planted them from seed. I cared for them, fertilized them, weeded them, watered them. I had a lovely crop of cabbages. Then one morning I went out to the field and found that moths had eaten all of my cabbages. As I look at your scores on the test, I am reminded of how I felt that day.
Is it any wonder I hated math? Oy.
Anyway, I loved history and English; music was a favourite once I got to high school, and of the STEM-related subjects I liked biology the most. I found chemistry quite appealing – balance the equation! there’s only one right answer and it’s symmetrical, WHEE! – but my chem teacher was of the old school and blatant in his belief that girls shouldn’t do the hard sciences, so I ended up dropping it after only a year. I’ve always regretted that.
2. How did you meet your spouse? We met at university, in the smoking section of the day-student lounge. We were both dating other people at the time – both lovely people, by the way, and I have always considered Michael’s ex a friend. Anyway, I was telling an off-colour joke to a table of people and he laughed – he’s always had a great laugh. We invited him to sit with us and hit it off. We were friends for a solid year before anything romantic happened, though.
3. Coffee or tea? Depends on the time of day. First thing in the morning, you hit me with that coffee or we are going to have ISSUES. Mid-afternoon, I like a cup of tea. In my old age I can’t drink caffeine after 2pm or I’ll be up all night; the exception to this rule is when I have dinner in a restaurant. I never order tea in a restaurant because inevitably the teabag is the wrong kind – get away from me with your Red Rose, thank you so very much – and/or the water is not at a rolling boil. Bleah. No thanks. I used to travel a lot for work, often staying away for a week or more at a time, and I would always pack a teakettle and teabags in my luggage rather than put up with weak, lukewarm tea.
4. Public speaking – no big deal, or would rather die? Well. I do not like public speaking. My hands tremble and sweat. I often open by laughing nervously. But I’ve done it many times, and I’m told that people can’t tell I’m nervous. I used to have a harder time with it, but then once back before I had kids I had to give a presentation on workplace training to a roomful of largely-uneducated tradespeople at a dinner event. I was about halfway through when suddenly one of the employees – who had been taking full advantage of the open bar – started heckling me. Loudly. And with much profanity. I was probably 23? maybe 24? and had to defend not only myself but our entire program of workplace training and upgrading to a sloppy drunk who called me a “fucking know-it-all bitch” in front of my boss. I handled it, he was escorted out, and I survived… so whenever I have to speak in public now I just say to myself “will it be as bad as that time I gave that presentation?” and as the answer is always “probably not!” I can usually make myself get up there without too much angst.
5. That spider crawling up the spout – is it ‘eensy weensy’ or ‘itsy-bitsy’? Oh my goodness, I’m so relieved someone is finally asking me this! It’s ‘eensy-weesny’, or at least I always thought it was, and then I started interacting with other daycare providers and hearing this whole ‘itsy-bitsy’ thing and I just didn’t even know what to think. I feel like ‘eensy-weensy’ is maybe in the minority, though. Perhaps it’s regional? Who can say.