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Wednesday, December 27, 2006

All about MWR, circa 1977

Home for the holidays, I did something this evening I have threatened to do for years: I went through the little half-door into the attic in my bedroom and dug through most of the boxes there. I realize this doesn't sound like such an undertaking, but there are some kind of rodents living in my mother's attic spaces (a/k/a "the creatures that live in the walls," as she casually called them the first time I heard them years ago) and the last time I opened that door (several years ago) to undertake this same project, one of them was sitting right there. I only caught a glimpse as it fled, but it didn't look fuzzy enough for a squirrel. This time, the attic was deserted though a bit of a mess. The contents of all the boxes were in remarkably good shape.

Anyway, I thought I'd favor you with a couple of selections from my fifth grade language arts project, "Project Me". This was supposed to be a long-term project we worked on for a good part of the semester, but I did nothing on it before it was due, claimed that I had lost it and then stayed up late the night of the day it was due to throw the whole thing together. I wish I could say I learned my lesson.

Anyway, see if you can see a little bit of today's MWR in these entries. And, if you happen to have known me since fifth grade, see how much or how little has changed.
Chapter I - Myself in General

In this chapter I will tell my best and worst qualities. This paragraph will tell about my best qualities and the next will tell my worst. The best thing about me is that I am realy smart. I have always been in the 99th percentile in all subjects according to the ITBS [Iowa Tests of Basic Skills] scores. Another good point is that I can get along with people I want to get along with. My third high point is that I know a lot of different things, odd facts, etc.

My first fault is that I'm too picky, I don't like school hot lunches, hotdogs and most of all I hate tacky items, birdbaths, people anything. My second setback is that I put down people a lot, mostly stupid ones. My third problem is that I talk to much but that can't be helped much.
Chapter IV - A Secret

Once myself and several others buried certain items in a certain part of [local park]. At a certain date we will dig them up.

A secret is some information that is known only to a small amount of poeple. They do not tell for various reasons.
Chapter VI - My Name and Initials

. . . . My intials are soso. Most of the population of the school thinks it is immensely funny and humorus to say some stupid thing like this "His initials stand for mentaly retarded! Ho Ho Huh Huh." I dispise this low form of humor, it makes me sick. I realize that the idiots who say these things are making total fools out of themselves, which comforts me a bit, but it still makes me sick. Other than this major setback however my initials are great.
Chapter VIII - My Pet Peeves

I have an almost endless number of pet peeves. I have some about people. I dislike hippies, vandals, drug addicts, people who run paper mills etc. and people who strip mine for coal.

There are food products that make me sick. Most of all I hate candy-coated breakfast cereal, Cheese-Its and potato chips.

Some things on T.V. are boring and repulseive. Commercials and soap operas are great examples of this. Among the worst commercials are those for Pepto-Bismol, Whisk and Dristan.

There are many other pet peeves on my list. These are only the major ones.
Chapter IX - Things I Like

I like a lot of things. Some of the things I like will be listed below. They are: Going to interesting places, playing board games, sleeping in, flying in airplanes, talking to people and reading. These are not the only things I like, they're just the main ones.
I'd say I've matured quite a bit since then. Imagine not liking Cheez-Its. That's crazy.

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Blogger tp_gal said...

My fifth grade class did a similar task but I don't come off quite as erudite as your fifth-grade self. Ours was a year in review. It is important to know that "I will always remember Social Studies, my favorite subject. I remember the Appalachian Mountains and the frontier of the pioneers." And that Troy sat in a cake.

Yes, it's true you don't know Troy - but if there was anyone who needed to sit in a cake it was the perfect and smug Troy.

I'm glad you were able to change your mind about Cheeze-Its. Cheeze-Its are good.

December 28, 2006 8:57 AM  

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