Welcome to Memory Monday,or otherwise called let's look at how my hair evolved, devolved and evolved again.
Ok friends, heres we go! A look back on the life and times of AVP. When I was using my spanky new scanner and putting in all my school pictures I hatched this idea to review my life, as it were. Just some random memories and stories from my ever exciting youth. Hope you enjoy the ride.
Gratuitous baby pic Allyson (thats me) at 6 months Me at 3. Hair growth was not so much my thing. And this mullet proves it!
Let us just discuss for one moment what is wrong with this pic. Please note the totally awesome hole in my shirt in the upper left hand of the pic. CLASSY for sure. What is that shirt anyway? Besides unfortunate. The hearts on the necklace have gone skeewompus and my hair, well it's not bad, just a little uneven. Don't blame my Mom. ALLEGEDLY I was rather headstrong and I insisted on this particular getup, hole and all.
Well what you should know first off is, I skipped Kindegarten, YEP, you read it right, I SKIPPED right on over that year of crafts and naps....all because I'm a genius. And by genius I mean, I was brainy enough to test out of naptime and naming shapes. But really, I could read at 4, and I could clearly write, because....I tested OUT of Kindegarten. Why did I test out? Other than my geniusness? Well, because ALL my friends were going into first grade, and I was taller and bigger than most kids, AND I.COULD.NOT.BARE the idea of them going to first grade and me being stuck with the "BABIES" in kindegarten. So, my Mom took me down to district, I took some long A test, talked to some stranger and whadda ya know, I passed the test and the rest, as they say, is history.
The first day of school arrived and I was filled with excitement and anticipation. Here it was, the beginning of my brilliant school career. The place where I would go to soak up knowledge like.a.sponge. I was gonna be a Redbird Chief Yo. I was gonna Represent! I had my school box (do you remember those?) that I had specially picked out at the local Yellow front store, and my new clothes and my "thirst" for knowledge. Melia Merkley walked with me to school, and I distinctly remember being jealous of HER school box. But, that's neither here nor there, is it. What's more important is, she (Melia) really IS a genius. What was she even doing in 1st grade? She should have skipped to 4th at least. But I digress. Back to me....
My teacher was Mrs. Williams, she was like 100 years old (in fact she retired the next year) and a sweet little ol' Grandma. She had dark hair and HUGE glasses, and she wore vests. Mostly, only a couple of things stand out from 1st grade, i mean, I WAS 5 for heavens sake.
1. There was this girl, her name was Ruthie and she came to school wearing a dress and NO panties. WHAAAAT? It was scandelous to say the least. She was all the talk of the playground for sure. (seriously THIRTY TWO years later, and I remember this. Ree-dic)
2. One day, as we were working on math in class, I may have peeked over at my neighbors paper. And said neighbor MAY have promptly marched up to Mrs. Williams and totally tattled on me. After which, I may or MAY not have been completely called out, in front of the WHOLE class about my cheating. Like, standing in front of the class and belittled for cheating on my math. It was perhaps the single most humiliating moment of my little life. AND, I totally, TOTALLY believe that it caused my life long inability to do math. No lie people, I am HORRIBLE at math, wretched, awful, dumb as a door nail at math. My mom says i have a mental block. Well thanks for NOTHIN Mrs. Williams. You and your giant glasses blocked me for life! I BLAME YOU!
3. We had some sort of culture day, and we were gonna eat rice with like chop sticks and soy sauce or something. I can vividly see and smell the little bowls of rice. And I mostly can VIVIDLY taste the vomit that occurred after I ate said rice with FAR to much soy sauce. To this day, I can NOT do soy sauce. Isn't it amazing how much sense memory we have?
And that my friends is all i've got. A few humble memories of life as a 5 year old in the first grade.
In other news, completely unrelated to my memories....
Instead of losing FIVE pounds, I totally lost SEVEN, SEVEN pounds this week. That was awesome!
I finished blocking all my numbers in workshop today, and all i can say to that is, halle-freakin-luia. Tomorrow we clean, clean and run. Then Wednesday we move to the theatre and practice more.
Maggie started a little summer "preschool" today. She was in HEAVEN, 'cause she got to go with Brooklyn and Jayce and be such a big girl. On teh downside, she played so long and hard, that she fell asleep the MOMENT we got in the car (6:45ish) and turned into a demon, no really, a DEMON when she got woken up as I pulled her from the car. Friends, it was 45 minutes of screaming, sobbing, screeching, wailing that would.not.end. NOTHING I did, or said could touch it. I know it's because she was half asleep and soooo exhausted, but holy crap-oly it SUCKED! Max on the other hand, HAPPY as a clam. That would be because HE took his nap. Just sayin.
And with that, I'm off like a herd of turtles!
Math blocks and holey shirts,