The Ides of March has me reminiscing about my ninth grade English class. All the other freshman read Romeo and Juliet, but the advanced English teacher decided to have her students read Julius Caesar instead. And it was epic. When it came time for the death of Caesar, she let all of the students playing conspirators (I was Casca) make fake cardboard daggers and stab the girl playing Caesar.
It says a lot about what loving daughters we are that the time my mother found a massive spider in her bed and freaked out, my sister calmly asked, "What, you aren't going to let it bite you for superpowers?" and I jumped around singing, "Spooderman, Spooderman!" whilst she screamed and tried to kill it with a magazine
So I won a trivia contest on Saturday and one of the questions that helped me win was the word for water that is safe to drink: potable.
And I was so proud because I will never forget that word and how I learned it, which was driving past a construction site as a child and seeing a big water tank on a cart that read "non-potable water" and misreading it as "non-portable water" and being like, "you sure about that buddy; it is on wheels. Pretty sure it's portable." And then the motherboard set me straight on my error.
Gladly! See, back in January, some of the mutuals and I dropped a bunch of insane lore about really stupid things we did when we were younger and other concerning situations into May's inbox for kicks and giggles. Mine was a very long and tangent-filled tale of my early days as a runner. And a sinkhole.
Remembering when I first watched The Sound of Music at age five and I didn't know what a Nazi was, or a political party, so I thought the Nazi party was an actual party. Just, like, too loud and rowdy. Which, being an autistic five year old who hated crowds, I thought that was a perfectly valid reason to leave the country.
While I was cleaning out my desk (long overdue task), I found many loose-leaf sheets of paper containing inane musings and lists from my pre-Tumblr era that likely would've gone on my blog if I had one at the time, my personal favourite being a list I made and presented to a friend who was an enormous Avatar: The Last Airbender fan when my family first started watching the show.
So in the interest of preserving Wee Snips's weirdness for posterity, I give you:
15yo Snips's AtLA First Impressions (unedited)
Aang:
Pure sweetness and light
But w/ freaky powers
Ezra Bridger but minus the hair and childhood trauma -> they would be friends
Made of rubber -> cannot break a bone
Katara:
Feisty
Lots of Momma TraumaTM
Hoping for some good character development in the future -> currently a bit annoying
Sokka:
Always either 150 IQ or all his neurons are in his stomach