Thursday Threesome

::Last Day of School::

Onesome- Last: What's the last thing you do each day before heading to bed? Do you sit down with a cup of herbal tea? Read a bit? What's your evening routine? Do you settle in early or are you a night owl, winding down long after the rest of the household is in bed?
The last thing I do usually involves face-washing, teeth-brushing, or hair-brushing. Before that, anything goes: TV, bath, Blogger... last night it was phone calls.

The last thing I do before sleep, in bed, is crosswords: they put me right out.

Twosome- Day: How do you start off your day? Do you stumble to the kitchen and turn on the coffee maker in a sleepy haze? Or do you wake up refreshed and rarin' to go? Maybe somewhere in the middle?
After a plumbing check, I either take a shower or go downstairs and make a bagel, depending on whether I took a bath the night before, and on what my hair looks like. I'm usually pretty much awake. This morning, in spite of about 6 hours of often-interrupted sleep, I feel pretty good.

Threesome- of School: What's your fondest school memory? Whether it be from childhood or college, let us know!
I have a lot of good memories of school; I liked school and enjoyed most of my classes/teachers. Probably the best lesson I ever learned was the first day of school in 6th grade. I had been "promoted" in 1st grade in that I took a lot of my classes with the 2nd graders. By the time I was in 5th grade, I was taking all 6th grade classes. Come the end of the school year, I realized that all of my friends would be going on to junior high, while I would stay with my age-group and essentially repeat 6th grade--I actually never thought of it that way till just now!

Anyway, the first day of school was really scary because I had no idea if anyone would let me join a clique of friends. I clearly remember walking down the hall in terror before the bell, alone, toward my classroom, where I could hear kids talking. Walking through the door was hard, finding a group to join was harder, and pretending that it was perfectly normal for me to talk to them was next-to-impossible.

By Day Two, I was 'in' and I never turned back to being buddies with my "old" friends, even in junior high. I'm still extremely good friends with a couple of those girls.

Great lesson learned: "Fake it till you make it."