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Mar. 11th, 2011 09:34 am
this is really depressing
Census Meme
1981: I won't be born for another four years. Family is moving around the Southern US, mom as a teacher, my dad as a city administrator for different small cities. They finally settle in Missouri.
> 1986: I'm one! Only child, happy. I like to organize things. I'm best friends with my mom's friend's kids: Matthew and Brian. I love my girl cousins, especially the one a tiny bit older than me.
1991: I'm six years old. I've got two little brothers - one a year old, and I'm a little mother hen. We've moved to Chesterfield, the house I grow up in, and my mom stays at home with us. School is epic, and I want to be a teacher/ballerina/scientist/writer (though I don't start really writing for a few more years). I stop believing in Santa when I see my dad carrying gifts.
> 1996: Eleven years old. Obsessed with writing. I get sent to the principals office for daydreaming in science class and drawing (in pen) on another girl's coat. Girl Scouts is awesome, but I'm not crazy about my troop. I'm pretty sure my parents are going to get divorced. I'm not upset at the prospect. I'm excited and anxious to meet new people when my school splits and only half of us go on to the middle school.
2001: I'm sixteen, and miserable. High school is slightly less awful than Middle School, but I'm in the depths of depression. My brother is diagnosed with bi-polar and Aspergers, and he tries to kill himself after running at my other brother with a knife. I alternate between fierce protection of my sister and being terribly annoyed with her intrusions into my life. My parents are divorced, but my dad lives only minutes away in a tiny apartment. My sister and I share the sleeper sofa on the weekends we're there. I have my first girlfriend, online. My parents find out. Everything is awful.
> 2006: Twenty-one! I end up spending my birthday doing laundry. I'm at college, living with a roommate I dig most of the time. I have a pretty solid group of friends on campus. I watch more TV a week than is healthy, and write constantly. I've still never been kissed, but I start dating a girl I really like (within driving distance!). I'm an active member of the GSA and our literary magazine. I'm diagnosed with epilepsy, after a long journey including an emergency hospital trip. I try not to think about home.
2011: I'm not-quite-graduated from grad school. I live with my best friend Julie not far from my first apartment. My derby league is a year old. I'll be 26 this year. I'm a receptionist at an office supply company. I'm single. I spend time reading and writing and watching, still, a lot of television. Julie is getting married, and my two other best friends are moving away. I'm actually not too depressed about it. Most of the time.
1981: I won't be born for another four years. Family is moving around the Southern US, mom as a teacher, my dad as a city administrator for different small cities. They finally settle in Missouri.
> 1986: I'm one! Only child, happy. I like to organize things. I'm best friends with my mom's friend's kids: Matthew and Brian. I love my girl cousins, especially the one a tiny bit older than me.
1991: I'm six years old. I've got two little brothers - one a year old, and I'm a little mother hen. We've moved to Chesterfield, the house I grow up in, and my mom stays at home with us. School is epic, and I want to be a teacher/ballerina/scientist/writer (though I don't start really writing for a few more years). I stop believing in Santa when I see my dad carrying gifts.
> 1996: Eleven years old. Obsessed with writing. I get sent to the principals office for daydreaming in science class and drawing (in pen) on another girl's coat. Girl Scouts is awesome, but I'm not crazy about my troop. I'm pretty sure my parents are going to get divorced. I'm not upset at the prospect. I'm excited and anxious to meet new people when my school splits and only half of us go on to the middle school.
2001: I'm sixteen, and miserable. High school is slightly less awful than Middle School, but I'm in the depths of depression. My brother is diagnosed with bi-polar and Aspergers, and he tries to kill himself after running at my other brother with a knife. I alternate between fierce protection of my sister and being terribly annoyed with her intrusions into my life. My parents are divorced, but my dad lives only minutes away in a tiny apartment. My sister and I share the sleeper sofa on the weekends we're there. I have my first girlfriend, online. My parents find out. Everything is awful.
> 2006: Twenty-one! I end up spending my birthday doing laundry. I'm at college, living with a roommate I dig most of the time. I have a pretty solid group of friends on campus. I watch more TV a week than is healthy, and write constantly. I've still never been kissed, but I start dating a girl I really like (within driving distance!). I'm an active member of the GSA and our literary magazine. I'm diagnosed with epilepsy, after a long journey including an emergency hospital trip. I try not to think about home.
2011: I'm not-quite-graduated from grad school. I live with my best friend Julie not far from my first apartment. My derby league is a year old. I'll be 26 this year. I'm a receptionist at an office supply company. I'm single. I spend time reading and writing and watching, still, a lot of television. Julie is getting married, and my two other best friends are moving away. I'm actually not too depressed about it. Most of the time.
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