Walking My Labyrinth

As I walk along, I find that I am drawn to holding my musings and moments up to the Mirror to allow proper reflection. As I examine my life and thoughts and the teachings of Spirit contained therein, I invite any and all to partake or not of my ramblings. You may be walking a different path, or in a different place on the great wheel of spirit but allow the divine thread hidden within us all to activate the catalyst for your growth. Namaste'

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Thursday, December 1

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Arty Kid



Whether you were a drama freak or an emo poet, you definitely were expressive and unique.



You're probably a little less weird these days - but even more talented!



and I have to say that something is definitely wrong with how it decided that. Not that I can totally disagree with how it would describe me nowadays, but that definitely is not who I thought I was in high school... To be blunt I was a nerd/geek/wierdo and proud of it... Let me post the questions and how I answered them... Several of them amused me highly while deciding which choice to answer with.

the test questions:

1. In high school, your favorite class was:
* Gym
* Math
* Study hall
* Social studies
* Art
* English

I chose Math... Even though I was on the Math team and was quite versatile with mathematics, it had nothing to do with the subject matter. By my junior year I would enter my math class and wait for an indication of which female I would be sitting behind and spend the entire class period sitting on the desk instead of in the desk giving back rubs to whoever claimed me first for that particular period. The math teacher I had for that year later admitted how jealous she had gotten *wry grin*

Strangely enough for all my skill and talent at Math I was one of the very last students in my third grade class to memorize my times tables. *shrug* I may have to explore that in more depth another time and devote to it an essay of its own... Like so many things in my life, upon later reflection there are numerous possible connections in that.

2. Your worst memory from high school is:
* Someone else upstaging you in your favorite class or activity
* When you got a C as a final grade
* Lots and lots of detention
* When you lost the big game
* A nasty rumor that was spread about you
* The popular kids - they made your life hell


I chose The popular kids... I'm not entirely sure how or why, but by the time I got to high school I was very much set in my dislike of the bright and shiny people. Though I do admit to myself that a lot of that was rooted in jealousy.

3. Looking back on high school, you would have had a better time if you:
* Were little less serious
* Weren't so type A
* Were a little less weird
* Had been less intense about sports
* Had taken it a little more seriously
* Were nicer to everyone


I chose Were little less serious, not that I was especially serious but I had a definite case of stick in the anus about a number of things. I could have used a good swift kick to the get over myself.

4. What's the number one thing you got out of high school?
* A college sports scholarship
* A pretty good education
* Some good parties
* One of the greatest experiences of your life
* A few quality friends
* Your high school sweetheart


I didn't like any of these at first read but I chose A few quality friends even though those friendships passed shortly out of high school. Those memories of my friends are the strongest and most important thing I have from that period in my life.

5. When you were in high school, what clique did you hate?
* The popular kids
* The geeky kids
* You hardly noticed the cliques
* You honestly got along with everyone
* Anyone who wasn't part of your group
* The jocks


I again chose the popular kids... I was one of the founding members and key figures in the "anti-clique" we weren't goths, jocks, rich snobs, drama people, or even part of the "tuned out". And we were overly prideful of our uniqueness. *sigh* very F. Scott Fitzgerald.


hmmm... do I have issues? nah.