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A brief history of me. Or something. (Year-by-year)


0 : Born at Bethesda Army Navy Hospital in Maryland. My claim to fame for a brief while was that I was born in a state I've never lived in -- my parents lived in Virginia and drove across the state border to the hospital.
1 : My mom moved back to Hattiesburg, Missippi with my brother and I while my Dad was stationed in Korea.
2 : My dad resumes work at the Pentagon and we move back to the DC area -- Reston, VA, to be exact. My first memory is from this year -- I remember being in the hotel before moving into the house on Kings Lake Drive. We were really high up and I was memorized with how small the cars and people down below were. I also remember the hotel had a partition between the bed my parents stayed in and the bed I slept in with my brother.
3 : Only vague memories from this year -- like waiting by the window to see my brother and/or father come home. I learned to read. I think I remember being spanked for wetting the bed (well, I know I remember it, but I think it's from this year). I also remember my mom freaking out when I had a tantrum at breakfast and she locked me in my room briefly. The incident involved a Krispey Kreme doughnut being place on the wrong side of my Cheerios bowl. One of the few times my mom lost it, so to speak, so I remember it well.
4 : I start preschool, my teacher was Mrs. Bernstein. I remember we had a class rabbit named Pampers that I got to take home one weekend.
5 : I start kindergarten at Dogwood Elementary. I'm in a special reading class with only 3 other sutdents with a teacher named Mr. K (his name was too long for us to remember). One of the kids in the reading class was named OJ, just like OJ Simpson and we thought that was really cool. Hmm. I also wrote my first book, entitled "I Know What I Like". My teacher's were Ms. Fisher and Ms. Burry. I started piano lessons with Ms. Moses. I remember watching a solar eclipse on the playground.
6 : First grade. My teacher was Ms. Bandy and I loved her a lot. We used to wrap strawberry fruit rollups on our fingers on the playground and pretend they were bloody and chase each other around. My best friends were Julie who lived down the street, Ben (who was the first person I had a sleepover with) and Allison who lived around the block. We played out the movie Popeye a lot and I owned the record. I used to beat out Ben for the role of Popeye instead of Olive Oyl, so he was stuck being Brutus.
7 : Days before this birthday we move to the Atlanta area. I'm "scarred" for a long time because I hate being uprooted and have a horrible time making friend in school. I become friends with another Ben (actually Benji). My teacher is Mrs. Lambeth, who left halfway into the schoolyear because her mother had cancer -- my first introduction to the word. Also that year, my grandfather died -- my first experience with death.
8 : Third grade with Ms. Carter. I puked in the classroom.
I'm taking piano lessons with Ms. Bohannan. I start going to Discovery class, which is for "gifted" students with Ms. Humble. Looking back, I think she was a lesbian. Not sure why. I become best friend with Ve____.
9 : Fourth grade, Mrs. Smith. I'm in love with her too, and thinking back, she's similar to Ms. Bandy. My first memory (though I'm sure not the first occurence) of hearing a racist comment from a family member. My great aunt sees a picture of my teacher and says "she's really attractive -- you almost can't tell that she's black". My mom pulls me aside and explains that she's from a different time etc. etc. I remember not getting why she would say something so weird and nonsensical, but also not exactly getting why it was racist. I finally stop cursing and questioning God why I wasn't born a boy and start to deal with being female.
10 : Fifth grade. Ms. Johnston. My first exposure to sarcasm and having a teacher who interacted with students in a peer-type way. She was funny and brilliant and she taught chess during math period. Also my first exposure to extensive health and drug education where I learned facts that I still quote to this day. I start becoming friends with the "popular" kids. I hear rumors that the girl who sat next to me in class was raped and had an abortion. I find a blurb in the paper about the incident and cut it out.
11 : Sixth grade. I'm a full-fledged "follower" of the popular crowd, but I do get invited to things. I have a cursh on Jon A. and he asks me to "go with him". I accept. I become friend with Lynn Smith, who moves to Kansas at the end of the year.
12 : Seventh grade and a switch to the scary middle school. I get picked on and "beat up" (mostly pushed around, ankled) in the hallways for the first time in my life. I start hating school more and hating myself. I start a not-so-good for me friendship with Ni____
13 : Eighth grade. I feel fat, have bad hair, glasses and braces. And I'm nerdy smart. So I'm still in a bad zone, but I start making friends with fellow nerds.
14 : Ninth grade. I spend the first quarter of school taking classes at the local science museum. I do things like capture and tag birds, use an Scanning Electron Microscope, grow bacteria, and collect organism in a river. A science geek is born. I also start making more friends and becoming more comfortable with myself, though more in a personality way. I still hate my body. Around this time I start enjoying my church youth group more, and I'm doing musicals.
15 : Started high school. I actually enjoy school more, even though people around me think it's "scary" and "dangerous". For some reason occasional fights and appearance of weapons doesn't bother me, since by this time I was familiar with most folks and didn't feel like I would be targeted. The summer after, I got to Europe for the first time with my English teacher and a group that included my 2 best friends. I turn 16 in Florence.
16 : Involved in Mock Trial. In love with my best friend Dave. Start looking at colleges that are far far away. I'm in love with tons of older women/mentors in my life.
17 : Senior year. I'm starting to feel like a real person because I have friends and I'm somewhat popular, in a nerdy way. Lynn Smith returns from Kansas and we become friends ago. She's later killed by her stepdad who then committed suicide.
18 : Start college. Go through anxiety of having to start over again, but thrilled to be living in Chicago and independent. I have more crushes on female professors and TA's. That summer, I kiss a girl for the first time.
19 : I do miserably in my classes. Then I come out as lesbian. Then I do better in classes. I come out to my mom, and she does well. I join the gay group and make dyke friends. I spend the summer working with copy machines.
20 : I become close with Shana and fall in love with her. We're together for awhile, but she's not in love with me. I become BDOC. I become more butch. Have sex for first time.
21 : Senior year. I work at Borders while going to school. I meet K___ and lose another mode fo virginity -- I actually cum for the first time. Come out to parents as gay. They don't want to talk about it. Graduate. Keep working at Borders.
22 : Move to south Evanston. Meet and become close friend with Damon. Start working at W&CF, then Lambda. Go to Utah and spend time with Jay and Sharon. Come out to self at trans. Come out to friends and K___ as trans. Start process of transition.
23 : In the middle of coming out at work and among other friends. K__ and I break up. I move into a studio. Come out to parents and brother. start hormones. Meet Melanie. Brother disowns me. Decide to move in with g.e.
24 : I can start answering this one in a month.....


I'm sure I could go back and add paragraphs to each year, but it's interesting to me what the first thing that popped in my mind was for each year.

Re: ???

Date: 2001-06-01 01:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] raybear.livejournal.com
that is indeed a funny coincidence, but I left Dogwood Elementary after first grade. I heard recently that the school is gone? Burned down or torn down or something like that?

I would love to drive by my old house. I've been to DC twice since leaving there in 1984, but I didn't get a chance to go out to Reston. It's like a posh suburb now, right?

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