Here they are, that last questions and my final answers.
Laurel asked: What was your worst bad-date experience?
Okay…it wasn’t really a date but…I worked for a while at a hospital. Occasionally we got prisoners to our floor who needed medical care. There was one guard who was usually assigned to the same shift I was on and over the course of time we kind of got to know each other. One night he offered to drive me home, (our shifts ended at midnight.) I rode a bicycle to and from work and I lived about two miles away, so I accepted his offer and we put my bike in the trunk of his car.
Well he didn’t take me home. He drove me way out into the middle of nowhere at one point traveling at speeds of up to 100 miles an hour. I was terrified. I thought perhaps I’d been kidnapped and was going to be raped, murdered even. I kept demanding that he stop, that he turn around and take me home.
Eventually he did turn around and finally stopped. I was about ten miles from my apartment and it was around 1 AM. When he stopped I got out of the car like a cat out of bathtub full of water. I wrestled my bike out of the trunk and peddled all the way home with him following slowly beside me telling me he was sorry, to please get back in the car, etc. etc. etc.
That was it for me. For some reason I never saw him on guard duty again.
What did you like most about high school?
This is a hard one, because I’m one of those people who didn’t like school and don’t have very fond memories of it. So I’m going to have to go with Study Hall. I liked Study Hall best because it was in the library and I could sit off somewhere by myself and not have to interact with people. I also liked to explore the shelves and find books to read that had never been checked out. I thought a book felt sad if no one had ever read it so I considered it my duty, my calling to read them. That led me to reading books like The Silver Chalice, The Robe and One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich.
The above picture is of me in Study Hall on a "free clothes" Friday, a day when juniors and seniors didn't have to wear our uniforms. I'd get pretty radical. That was a little blue and white outfit my mom made for me out of Merimekko fabric, with my big pirate blouse. Those earrings are stainless steal discs my father drilled holes in for me. You can read all about "The Hat," here.
If you could go back and give wisdom to your 16-yo self, what would you tell her?
I’d tell her the loneliness will go away and that one day she’ll laugh at all her angst. And I tell her she isn’t the only one who feels like she does, that she’ll survive and be happy and content with her life.
Cynthia Chapman Willis asked: As an experienced blogger, what advice would you give to a someone considering whether or not to blog?
LOL experienced! That’s so odd, I don’t feel the least bit experienced. I feel more like an ox, plodding determinedly along. As for advice, I suggest they ask themselves a few questions:
Why do you want to blog?
What is your purpose for blogging, if any?
Who, if anyone, are you blogging for?
When and how do you want to blog?
Please keep in mind I haven't answered these questions myself....
Vijaya asked: I love these Bish. You must come visit and give me and my daughter a private lesson in tatting over a summer weekend. Would you do that? I promise to feed you well. Fair trade?
Oh, now there's an offer I can hardly refuse, knowing the kind of cook you are! Hmmm, are you paying my plane fair?