I was a freshman in college and very worried about my grades because my parents were paying my tuition and told me if I didn't do well I would have to pay the tuition myself. I really wanted them to know I took this expensive education seriouly.
I had a really cool english teacher who was pretty casual about things. He was getting ready to test us on grammer principles and things relating to that. He went over the review and kept telling the class we didn't need to study because the information was so basic that 1st grades could wing it.
When I got home I went over the materials and burst into tears because it looked so difficult to me. I thought about what an idiot I was that 1st grade material look extremely hard. I was so scared about looking completely stupid in clas,s so I studied for 3 days, staying up until the wee hours memorizing the info. My friends all talked about how relieved they were to have one less thing to study for thanks to our wonderful english teacher. I didn't say a thing.
Well, testing day arrived and I felt confident I had finally mastered first grade grammer that somehow I missed way back in first grade. I wizzed through the test and was so relieved that no one would find out what a dumb blonde I really was.
The following day the results were in! Much to my shock I was the ONLY person to even pass the test! I got 100% while eveyone else failed. The teacher thought I was brillant. He couldn' understand why no one else passed. Maybe because he told us not to study? Anyway, I learned it never hurts to study even basic things in life.

It was the end of my senior year of high school, I was 18 -years-old. A little background: I moved to Springfield in October of my senior year because my dad got transferred from his job. I was pretty fine with the move because for one thing, I had moved alot in my life, I didn't care for the small town of Kirksville, Missouri we moved from, and I loved meeting new people.
I was sitting at home bored one Friday afternoon and thought I would call my girlfriend Julie and see what she was up to. At this point I had never met Jeff, but he answered Julie's phone with "Hi, you have reached Boston Market, Julie speaking." I was really puzzled and told him I had the wrong number. Jeff laughed and told me he would get Julie on the phone for me. When Julie answered she told me that her friend Jeff was over and he was joking around. Julie told me she was going to the movies with her boyfriend Jake, and their friend, Jeff, and she invited me to join them.
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When I was about 13 my best friend Brockel had horses. In return for helping her family care for the horses, Brockel's dad taught me to ride. I loved riding and my favorite horse was a fierce gelding named Chestnut. He was mean but he could run so fast! One afternoon my girlfriends and I were all out riding when a tornado arose. We couldn't see the danger, but the horsed definately scensed it. I was leading the ride and and motioned Chestnut on but he wanted to turn around and the other horses were following suit.
Things get really creepy when a tornado is about to strike and everything around us got eerily quiet. With the horses being so stubborn and the dark clouds coming we decided to turn back. As soon as we did the horses all bolted! I pulled the reins as hard as my scrawny arms could but Chestnut and his incredible strength were no match for me. My friends and I were all at the mercy of these powerful beasts! All we could do was hang on for dear life. What a . . . Read More..

Jeff and I had just gotten married and it was the first morning home from our honeymoon. We had just moved  into our first  little apartment with a tiny kitchen and I decided I wanted to make breakfast for Jeff. I tried to cook eggs but since I had no experience with cooking they all got stuck to the pan. Jeff came in and laughed and asked if I put butter or oil in the pan to keep the eggs from sticking. "What?! You have to put butter on the pan?" I asked Jeff. He couldn't believe I didn't know that. Seriously, I had never cooked eggs, or much of anything in my life up to that point. Hey, people aren't born knowing how to cook eggs! I had one of those wonderful sets of parents that did EVERYTHING for me. Well, Jeff showed me the correct proceedure to use butter and THEN cook the eggs.
The next morning Jeff about died when he walked into the kitchen and I was trying to cook bacon in butter! Who knew bacon created its own non-stick . . . Read More..