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Just a Girl, Just an Ordinary Girl For basic stats, click here. As her mother likes to say, the girl is extraordinary. Extraordinarily what, nobody knows, but she's something, anyway. The girl was born in 1981 near Hartford, Connecticut. She was due on Valentine's Day, but didn't arrive until the second day of March. Some mothers like to make their children feel guilty by saying "I was in labor with you for [insert painfully high number here] hours." The girl's mother simply says "when I went into labor, it was February." From as early as age three, it was obvious the girl was special. At that age, she was drawing pictures of people complete with fingers, toes, eyelashes, eyebrows, and even finger- and toenails. When her mother asked if she wanted a baby brother or baby sister, she replied that she wanted a baby alligator. She hated taking baths, you see, and figured if she had a pet alligator it would have to live in the bathtub; thus, no more baths for the girl. In June of 1984, the girl's father brought her to a hospital, where she found her exhausted mother. She also found that she had a baby sister, and, amazingly, an alligator! The 'gator was only a stuffed toy, and couldn't go in the bathtub, but he was still special. The sister, on the other hand, stole all the attention from the girl, something the girl has never forgiven. The girl was gifted, and treated as such until fifth grade, when she was switched to a different school. Due to a personality conflict between the girl's mother and the principal at this new school, the girl ended up in boring classes that didn't challenge her, and she lost her lust for learning. The only areas that still stimulated her were music and technology. At her old school, she had studied violin for four years, but she had to drop that when she switched schools because of budget cuts. To keep music in her life, she took up baritone horn in grade five, trombone in grade seven, and bassoon in grade eight. In high school, however, the girl had to take her music out of school to stay sane; her band director wanted more time and committment than she could give. Through high school she kept her love of technology by taking drafting and architecture classes, and even thought about being an architect, but realized she had no original designs, and focused on technology education instead. Senior year saw a big change in the girl's life: her parents divorced. Her mother, after 25 years of unhappiness, got a job and moved out. The girl wanted to go with her, but would have had to worry about changing schools and fitting her belongings into the very cramped apartment her mother shared with a coworker. Instead, the girl stayed with her father and sister, a decision which brought so much stress that the girl spent most of her senior year at home, completing her classes with the aid of a tutor. She got her diploma, heaved a great sigh of relief, and headed off to college... where she discovered the joy of having two roomies who liked to blare DMX at 3am. Two months of that, and she couldn't take it anymore. A year later, she tried college again, but left after only two weeks because she was commuting with her father... a fate worse than death. School was a bust, so the girl looked for a job. Heh. The new millenium saw a new take on the girl's education idea: distance learning. She started a course to get her Associate's Degree in accounting, and is still working towards that goal. Late in 2001, the girl experienced an episode of Major Depression, and sought treatment. She found a therapist, tried out some medications, and found that drugs caused more problems than they solved. Being on the medication taught the girl that she could deal with most of her problems on her own, so she moved on, enlisting in the United States Air Force to get away from home. Going from therapy to basic training in under three months proved to be a mistake; the stress of such an intense environment made her fear for her safety. The Air Force decided she had a personality disorder (namely depression with obsessive-compulsive features) and sent her home after 18 days of training. Her family considered having her committed, but changed their minds until October of 2002, when the girl overdosed on some antidepressants she had left over from therapy. She was involuntarily committed for a few weeks, and is back home now, trying to put her life back together. When she's not looking for work, the girl spends most of her time redesigning her webpages, reading, and playing with her five-year-old greyhound. She's looking forward to getting away from her family, finding something profitable to occupy her time, and eventually settling down to raise a family. Content Copyright © 2002 L. Force unless otherwise noted. You hear that? It's mine. All mine! Steal it, and I'll come after you with a rusty spoon. Then I'll make you drink water from that rusty spoon and you'll gag because drinking water from a rusty spoon is disgusting and you'll get really upset because you should have known better than to steal my friggin material. So, um, don't steal. If you think I'm brilliant enough to quote, tell me and provide a link back here. Thanks muchly. Want another disclaimer? Click here. |