Interesting things about yourself?

[Elsecaller3414 she/her]

Yes!  Just yes.

 

And the weather fluctuates enough here that my temperature-sensitive body needs some stability... so saying my refrigerator of a room.

 

I also have a habit of forgetting what I was going to say. I am pulling a blank right now.

[Mailliw73 he/him]

Like some of you, I'm also left handed and yes, watches go on the right, that makes obvious sense. But I'm a weird kind of left handed, in that I only write, eat, and do a scarce few of other activities left handed. I play every sport I've ever tried right handed(or footed). Shooting, I do right handed, do to being right eye dominant, but, while my left eye has 20/20 vision, my right has something like 20/25, which makes a far away target storming hard to see clearly. It's not bad enough to wear glasses, and usually only has been a problem in shooting, when I can't differentiate certain rings of the target from others.

I am very white. Tanning does not come easily to me. Despite the fact that I am 1/8 Italian, I'm pretty sure, I got none of those genes and all of the Danish ones from my dad's family. Also, despite being very white, I have what has been described to be as "black man hair". I have very tight curls that I once grew into a decent Afro, but have since kept shorter and brushed as flat as I can(which is pretty wavy).

My parents were both born deaf, and I have grown up around Deaf/ASL culture. None of my five siblings or I are deaf. I am fluent in ASL because of this.

I live around 10 minutes away from Brandon Sanderson and he came to my school once to meet me as a going away present from my newspaper advisor.

Edited August 21, 2015 by Mailliw73

[DanTheSeamonster he/him]

Considering that my life is not a musical, I randomly break out into song way to often.

[Elsecaller3414 she/her]

Like some of you, I'm also left handed and yes, watches go on the right, that makes obvious sense. 

 

Well, I wear my watch on my right hand, but I am right handed, so everyone thinks it is weird...

[Kaymyth she/her]

Well, I wear my watch on my right hand, but I am right handed, so everyone thinks it is weird...

 

Hah!  I'm not the only one!

[Ookla the Absent]

Well, I wear my watch on my right hand, but I am right handed, so everyone thinks it is weird...

Aye.

[DanTheSeamonster he/him]

I don't wear watches. They get in my way and on my nerves and stuff.  Also I'm an uncle!

[Elsecaller3414 she/her]

Instead of a piggy bank, I have a money bunny. 

[DanTheSeamonster he/him]

At the local Wally World, they sell piggy banks made to look like Pinky Pie, Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkles. I almost got the Pinky Pie one for a friend, but then I changed my mind and got one for myself instead.

 

And that, folks, is the story of how I came to own a TARDIS piggy bank!

 

I'm such a great friend.

Edited September 3, 2015 by The Crooked Warden

[Elsecaller3414 she/her]

those piggy banks sound cool.

 

My one and only problem with the TARDIS is that my sister and her friends try to convert me to Whovianism with it.  They just don't get that you can't force someone to like something.  

 

Here's my bit:  When I am tired, I can stare without blinking for about 3 minutes or so.  All I can think about right now, hence the TIRED part of it.  

[+Slowswift]

I'm kinda hypersensitive to textures: I can't stand using pencils or crayons. Also the main reason I don't like most meat or beans is the texture.

Also, I can tell you the name of almost every Collective Soul song within the first ten seconds of it playing (not counting the live or acoustic albums), with like a 70% accuracy rate, give or take a few percent. Not sure of that counts, but it's a thing I can do, so...

[Silverblade5 he/him]

I'm autistic.

I'm a brony

I'm very good at the rubik's cube.

I'm testing for my black belt at the end of October.

[Vinea she/her]

People find lizards harmless. I find them scary. To a new level.

I cannot whistle for the life of me.

I find wrestlers' armpits attractive. I don't know why.

I have whiskers. Everytime I smile, it appears on both cheeks.

[Bort he/him]

I am blind in my left eye. Unfortunately, I am also left handed, or at least, I was when I was a child. My parents forced me to do everything with my right hand, so now I suppose I'm technically right handed. I still do a lot of things with my left hand, but writing isn't one of them.

 

One of my legs is approximately half an inch longer than the other, so when I stand up straight, one of my feet hovers just off the floor.

 

Thanks to a chullhole of a father, I wasn't free to read what I wanted as a kid, so I didn't get into the fantasy genre until I was about 19. Now, 16 years later, I have a library of about 150 books, all fantasy or sci fi.

 

The only jewelry I wear is a ring, in honour of my grandfather, who it belonged to. This is despite having my ears pierced 5 times.

 

Because I embrace the phrase 'kittens like to play rough', I look like I self harm. I don't, but I don't mind picking up a few scratches while playing with Dibley.

Edited September 10, 2015 by Bort

[DanTheSeamonster he/him]

 

 

One of my legs is approximately half an inch longer than the other, so when I stand up straight, one of my feet hovers just off the floor.

 

 

I have scoliosis, which is just a fancy word that means my back curves sideways. Anyway, when I put my hands straight into the air my right fingertips are an inch or two higher than my left. It's trippy.

[Elsecaller3414 she/her]

I am right handed, yet I draw much better with my left hand than with my right.  People ask how I draw so well, and I say that I don't, because most of the time it is true.  For those who say otherwise, you haven't seen my dragon drawings.

[+Slowswift]

In second grade, I did not receive the "Advanced Reader" award.

But I did get the "So Into the Book That the Teacher Practically Had to Yell My Name to Get Me to Look Up" award.

Edited September 23, 2015 by Slowswift

[ParadoxicalZen he/him]

In second grade, I did not receive the "Advanced Reader" award.

But I did get the "So Into the Book That the Teacher Practically Had to Yell My Name to Get Me to Look Up" award.

 

Story of my life. I just tune anyone and everyone out whilst immersed in something.

[Kaymyth she/her]

In second grade, I did not receive the "Advanced Reader" award.

But I did get the "So Into the Book That the Teacher Practically Had to Yell My Name to Get Me to Look Up" award.

 

I don't remember that much from so early in elementary school, but I remember that in sixth I started the bad habit of sneaking a book under my desk when I got bored.  One teacher for a while would try and catch me out with questions, but I always knew the answers.  She told me many, many years later that she finally just threw up her hands and gave up and let me get away with it because she knew that I knew the material.

 

I was really bored in sixth grade.

[Bort he/him]

I don't remember that much from so early in elementary school, but I remember that in sixth I started the bad habit of sneaking a book under my desk when I got bored.  One teacher for a while would try and catch me out with questions, but I always knew the answers.  She told me many, many years later that she finally just threw up her hands and gave up and let me get away with it because she knew that I knew the material.

 

I had the same thing in the third year of middle school (age 12-13, not sure how it works out to the grade system you're using). I didn't bother hiding the book though, just had it lying on my desk.

[little wilson she/her]

Speaking of reading, in my sophomore year of high school (15-16), I was the only person in my English class to get a B in Reading. However, we used the Accelerated Reader program, so we not only had reading levels (mine was 5.6-12+, so about halfway through fifth grade (10-11) to college/university level) but we also had to take tests on the books we read and the tests accumulated points. I was also the only person in my class to get over 200 points (no one else even got over 100).

So why did I get a B? Because Ender's Game was one of the books I read and it has a 5.4 reading level. Never mind that Speaker for the Dead and Xenocide were higher. Or any of the other books I read that were 11-12+ reading levels. Nope. My teacher didn't care about that. All she could focus on was the .2 points below my reading level that Ender's Game was. So I got a B.

And this is one of the reasons I did not get anywhere near a 4.0 when graduating high school.

[Kaymyth she/her]

I had the same thing in the third year of middle school (age 12-13, not sure how it works out to the grade system you're using). I didn't bother hiding the book though, just had it lying on my desk.

 

I was 11 in sixth, and some of this stuff kept going into junior high.  So, yeah, about the same age.

 

Mind you, none of this was good.  Yes, it kept me from being bored, but it was a symptom of a failure on the school's part.  I should have been in an accelerated learning program, but the school didn't have the resources to accommodate that.

 

So I slacked off and breezed through.  And got used to breezing through, all the way through high school, such that by the time I started college I had absolutely no idea how to study.  I'd never had to do it before. 

[Delightful]

I don't remember that much from so early in elementary school, but I remember that in sixth I started the bad habit of sneaking a book under my desk when I got bored. One teacher for a while would try and catch me out with questions, but I always knew the answers. She told me many, many years later that she finally just threw up her hands and gave up and let me get away with it because she knew that I knew the material.

I was really bored in sixth grade.

this was me in 7th grade geography. That was a terrible class.

[Mestiv he/him]

Couple of years ago I had pneumothorax - very nasty experience. I had to walk with a tube punched between my ribs, connected to a jar of water with an elastic pipe for three days. Most inconvenient

[Guest]

I was 11 in sixth, and some of this stuff kept going into junior high.  So, yeah, about the same age.

 

Mind you, none of this was good.  Yes, it kept me from being bored, but it was a symptom of a failure on the school's part.  I should have been in an accelerated learning program, but the school didn't have the resources to accommodate that.

 

So I slacked off and breezed through.  And got used to breezing through, all the way through high school, such that by the time I started college I had absolutely no idea how to study.  I'd never had to do it before. 

 

Different people, different story 

 

I started reading books in class in 3rd grade. I probably tried to hide it, but I likely was very obvious. When I did not read, I talked  I was bored, most of the time and the teachers hated it. They hated the fact I never listened, but got good grades. They had no leverage against me, except for my bad behavior. I also was not cute/adorable/calm enough to be a teacher's pet: I was this messy bouncy kid who talked too much. Nobody likes the kid who talks too much. Anyway, by the time I got to 5th grade, I was reading adult books under my desk.

 

In 6th grade, I did the English immersion program which did not leave me much time to read. Turns out I was not so good at learning languages A humbling experience.

 

I was bored all through secondary school as well. I promptly colored my agenda or I talked I only listened when the lesson appeared new as the teachers kept on repeating it over and over and over again. It was boring despite being into the "advanced program". When I finally got to College, it was a revelation: finally the class was moving forward and was not interrupted every five minutes by someone raising his hands saying: "I don't understand.".

 

That being said, I still learned how to study. Back then, I took a lot of pride into my report card. Any grade under 90% was a bad one  Any grade under 100% in math test was terrible and would bring out tears      My entire self-esteem was directly proportional to my grades, the better they were, the more I was worth, even though nobody cared about that. 

 

I thus devoted myself to have the best possible grades, so yes, despite being bored, despite not listening more than half of the time, I did study. Worst, when the teachers came forward to tell us how hard the next level was: I believed them thinking I would get, oh HORROR, 80%     

 

So I studied even more. I worked as hard as possible. I learn easily, but I am not a genius. I did need to work it up to maintain my "standards" 

 

By the time I got to College, I was the queen of studying, for better or for worst.

 

Same initial behavior, different people, different outcome