Return of Memoryfest - Day 1/31

[bironic]

Happy New Year!


1. Middle School

In the eighth grade, I'd usually pass my friend/crush J. by the stairs on my way to my locker after the last class. One day I turned the corner to find J. getting up from the floor at the bottom of the stairs. Like an idiot, I said hi and walked by. "Idiot" because, as I realized a few moments later, he'd just fallen down the steps, and some other guy was asking if he was okay. J. didn't say anything, just got up and got his stuff together and walked on. I don't know if he saw or heard me, if he thought I'd seen him fall or knew I'd seen him get up. Neither of us ever brought it up afterwards.


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[elynittria.livejournal.com]

I still remember how to "throw" a sheep

Now there's an image that's going to remain in my head for a long time: you throwing a sheep! I don't suppose you had to learn how to shear it, too?

[daasgrrl.livejournal.com]

Hee, thank goodness, no. We did have to learn how to 'drench' a sheep (squirting liquid down its throat with a drenching gun) and 'age' a sheep by counting the number and type of teeth it had. Once, while I was attempting to do this, a sheep sneezed on me. It was... every bit as gross as you might imagine. Sure, I can laugh about it NOW *g*