More Firsts – Old Skool

The Kickin’ it Old Skool Blog-a-Thon is encouraging us to share the following firsts. Do I dare?

  •     Your First Job
  •     The First Thing to Your Left
  •     Something You Remember About First Grade
  •     The First book you ever read
  •     The First Thing You Do In the Morning
  •     The First Food You Knew You Didn’t Like
  •     Your First Memory

Sure, why not?

FIRST JOB – I worked KP (that’s ‘kitchen patrol’) at a mess hall at Camp Williams, Utah. This is an National Guard base that houses an Officer Candidate School for the United States Army. My father was Commandant. I was 16. It was hard work – 13 hour shifts of washing and cleaning – but it was fun! And I had an unexpected amount of power on the base. After all, my dad was in charge. No one wanted to mess with the Colonel’s daughter!

FIRST THING TO MY LEFT – A mess.

Interpret this as you will. I need to clean up my office a bit...
Interpret this as you will. I need to clean up my office a bit…

 

SOMETHING ABOUT FIRST GRADE – My teacher was Mrs. Mednick. And I drew pictures for her of me sitting in class, eagerly raising my hand. Yes, before there was Hermione, there was me.

I couldn’t help it…

 

FIRST BOOK – I don’t recall a time in my life when I wasn’t reading whole books. I remember reading parts of Gray’s Anatomy in middle school.

Yeah, I read parts of this when I was 12. Doesn’t everyone?

 

FIRST ITEM OF BUSINESS EACH DAY – Well, let’s see. After repeatedly snoozing my alarm, I frequently check to see what notifications have hit from Twitter, Facebook, and my various e-mail accounts. Yes. That’s obsessive behavior. I have OCD. I force myself not to act on the notifications. I get myself out of bed and try to be dressed before I delve in too deeply.

FIRST FOOD I DIDN’T LIKE – There’s one food that I always think I should like, and I try it, and I don’t. A few years pass, and I think again that it looks appetizing. It ain’t. What is that food? Cranberry Sauce. Wretch.

FIRST MEMORY – This comes from when I was around four years old. Nothing really tangible. I only remember the soft light of the sun passing through my yellow curtains. And I felt warm.

 

4 Comments

  1. Helen says:

    I enjoyed all your memories, and I particularly love the intangible, early, sense memory.

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  2. I’m finding this meme delightful – getting these peeks into everyone’s world. And I laughed out loud at your Hermione-esque behavior. Fun!

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  3. Serena says:

    Yes, that was me in class, too. Do you remember Arnold Horshak in Welcome Back Kotter? That was me. I can’t imagine 13 hour shifts of washing and cleaning! Cripes! I also have OCD and someone recently gave me this ridiculous sounding thing to do that has actually helped me a whole lot (at least when it comes to some things, like checking the stove only once before leaving the house). It is to tell myself, “It’s not me, it’s my brain,” when I feel compelled to do some repetitive thing. When I first heard it, I thought, “Yeah right, that’s gonna do something.” But, somehow, it actually does work for me.

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  4. Alex says:

    I was one of those “Miss, Miss, pick me!” kids too. Great post! Thanks!

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