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Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now
Day Two: Nine things about yourself. .
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.
Day Ten: One confession.
When I was born and the doctors were taking me to weigh me, a scalpel was sticking out over the edge of the table and it cut my shoulder open. I have a faint scar there from where they had to stitch me back up.
I hate sweet potatoes but love sweet potato pie.
I broke my wrist rollerskating with my Girl Scout troop. However, I didn’t find out until months later when I went in for x-rays on my arm after falling on the ice on the way to school. Luckily, it healed straight and did not need to be rebroken and set.
I spent most of my early adolescence planning on going to college, then medical school, to be either a cardiac or neurosurgeon. However, the thing that gave me pause was how (or if) I could cope with losing patients.
Because of above, I’m probably the only English major with courses like immunology, cell physiology, biochemistry, and genetics to her credit.
I wrote a poem about a high school friend’s (best friend in grade and middle school) destructive behavior. The day I finished it, I found out she had gone to her parents’ cabin and blown her head off with a rifle. I couldn’t write anything for about a month after that.
I love puzzles of almost all kinds(logic, jigsaw, crossword, suduko) and games.
I aided in confiscating and making off with a skeleton (from anatomy lab) while in high school. My band and I carted it to my newspaper advisor’s office where we dressed it in his coat and hat. Yes, we did later strip and return it.
I once scorched may hair in AP chemistry lab lighting a Bunsen burner. WHOOOSH! I also sliced open the thumb of the hot guy I was dissecting a cat with in anatomy lab whilst he was pulling back the skin covering the ribs while I was slicing to free it from the fat and muscle beneath so we could peel it back and get at the ribs.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself. .
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.
Day Ten: One confession.
When I was born and the doctors were taking me to weigh me, a scalpel was sticking out over the edge of the table and it cut my shoulder open. I have a faint scar there from where they had to stitch me back up.
I hate sweet potatoes but love sweet potato pie.
I broke my wrist rollerskating with my Girl Scout troop. However, I didn’t find out until months later when I went in for x-rays on my arm after falling on the ice on the way to school. Luckily, it healed straight and did not need to be rebroken and set.
I spent most of my early adolescence planning on going to college, then medical school, to be either a cardiac or neurosurgeon. However, the thing that gave me pause was how (or if) I could cope with losing patients.
Because of above, I’m probably the only English major with courses like immunology, cell physiology, biochemistry, and genetics to her credit.
I wrote a poem about a high school friend’s (best friend in grade and middle school) destructive behavior. The day I finished it, I found out she had gone to her parents’ cabin and blown her head off with a rifle. I couldn’t write anything for about a month after that.
I love puzzles of almost all kinds(logic, jigsaw, crossword, suduko) and games.
I aided in confiscating and making off with a skeleton (from anatomy lab) while in high school. My band and I carted it to my newspaper advisor’s office where we dressed it in his coat and hat. Yes, we did later strip and return it.
I once scorched may hair in AP chemistry lab lighting a Bunsen burner. WHOOOSH! I also sliced open the thumb of the hot guy I was dissecting a cat with in anatomy lab whilst he was pulling back the skin covering the ribs while I was slicing to free it from the fat and muscle beneath so we could peel it back and get at the ribs.