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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Aug 6, 2010 17:09:47 GMT -5
"My goodness!" Esmé gasped. "I don't think I could stand taking an eighty-five-minute gym class. Then again, I suppose it would depend on what sort of gym class it was. For instance, I was on the swim team during my four years at the V.F.D. Training School. On the days I had a swim meet, I was permitted to take a study hall in place of gym class."
"I never would never have dared to try out for the swim team in my old school," Jerome said. "Seeing as how self conscious I was about having anyone see me in a bathing suit. And we weren't permitted to wear t-shirts in the pool."
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Post by Michelle Denouement on Aug 6, 2010 22:23:58 GMT -5
Fiona said, "Well, we would have the first 5 minutes after the bell rings to change into our gym clothes and the last 10 minutes before class us over is for showering and changing back in to our regular clothes. And directions takes 10 minutes at most, so we would have 60 minutes of physical activity. I took a climbing wall/ropes course based class junior year and an aquatic sports based class senior year. I was in volleyball in the fall, a cheerleader for basketball in the winter, and in lacrosse in the spring. From age 3 to age 15, I was in Irish step dancing."
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Aug 7, 2010 11:15:09 GMT -5
"It's too bad you and our Carmelita didn't grow up together," Esmé said. "Unlike me, she actually likes sports and is one of the best players on her school's soccer team."
"She's a lot like my brother, Andrew. He was also quite the athlete at that age," Jerome replied. "The Irish step dancing class certainly sounds like fun, too. Carmy is half Irish, and so it makes me wonder if she'd have an interest in participating in something like that."
"It certainly does like something she'd enjoy," Esmé decided. "We'll have to ask her, when we get home." She smiled. "I still remember the storm she danced up aboard the Carmelita."
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Post by Michelle Denouement on Aug 7, 2010 11:38:50 GMT -5
Fiona said, "My mom was half Irish. She went missing when I was 15. My brother just located her. Apparently, she's living in Israel for her psoriasis. The sun actually helps it."
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Post by Seymour Glass on Aug 7, 2010 12:07:51 GMT -5
"My mom is Irish," Isadora said. "She was born in County Carlow."
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Post by Michelle Denouement on Aug 7, 2010 13:40:54 GMT -5
Fiona said to Isadora, "My mother's father was from Tennessee, but his father was from County Wexford, and his mother is from County Kilkenny. My mother's mother came to the states from Beirut, Lebanon as a child. As for my biological father, all I know was that he was half English, half Polish."
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Post by Seymour Glass on Aug 7, 2010 14:03:42 GMT -5
"My father is English too," Isadora said to Fiona. "He was a native to Manchester. Are you Catholic, by any chance?"
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Aug 7, 2010 23:59:24 GMT -5
"Neither Duncan nor I were ever that much into sports," Quigley pointed out.
"And neither was Klaus," added Violet. "Even though we are more popular in Hill Valley, than we ever were at Prufrock - I do often feel as if we're the odd ones out."
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Aug 8, 2010 9:48:04 GMT -5
Esmé said to Fiona, "That must have been terrible when your mother disappeared and you had no idea where she was! It's always heartbreaking being separated from the people you love. Thank goodness your brother was able to uncover her whereabouts."
Jerome replied to Violet, "I know what you mean. When I was your age, I often felt awkward around my peers, too. I think I must have been about five when I first realized I was a bit different. You see, while the other little boys were playing superhero, I was absorbed in games of house with the girls."
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Post by Seymour Glass on Aug 8, 2010 9:53:49 GMT -5
"I believe that I was also five when I first realized I was different," said Klaus. "Most kids were just learning how to read when I was already reading at a fifth grade level. I believe that was also when I realized that Santa wasn't real."
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Post by Michelle Denouement on Aug 8, 2010 12:53:36 GMT -5
Fiona replied to Isadora, "Yep. I'm Catholic. Both of my mom's parents were Catholic. She grew up in North Carolina, went to Marquette University, where she met my biological father. They then moved to San Francisco, where they had my brother. When my mom was five months pregnant with me, my biological father died in a motorcycle accident. Before my stepdad adopted me at age 7, me and my brother's last name was Murphy-Compton because mom decided to keep her maiden name when she married our biological father."
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Post by Seymour Glass on Aug 8, 2010 13:14:32 GMT -5
"I figured that you were Catholic, judging by your heritage," Isadora said to Fiona. "I sort of came from an interfaith couple. My father was Anglican while my mother was Catholic. Then again, I wouldn't reallycall it interfaith since Anglicanism is a form of Catholicism. Do you know what your dad was?"
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Post by Michelle Denouement on Aug 8, 2010 15:29:11 GMT -5
Fiona replied, "I remember my mom telling me that he was Catholic. His mom was of Polish Catholic descent. His dad, however, was agnostic. My biological father grew up in Oregon, his mom being from Wisconsin and his dad being from Connecticut."
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Aug 8, 2010 15:55:14 GMT -5
Jerome said to Klaus, "I was twelve when I came to the conclusion that Santa didn't exist. I was going through the dining room cabinet, looking for a ruler I needed for my art project, when I came across a letter I'd written to him. When I asked my mother about it, she explained that 'he had forgotten it', but I knew the truth. I was heartbroken at first, but it wasn't long before I got over it."
"I was always between decisions on whether or not Santa really existed," Esmé said. "I was good all year round, but rarely were there any gifts waiting for me under the tree on Christmas morning. Of course, I knew my parents and I very poor, but I couldn't understand why Santa would bring the kids at school who bullied me presents and not me."
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Aug 8, 2010 16:27:07 GMT -5
"Indeed, that is one of the problems with the whole Santa myth," Quigley commented. "Violet and I have always had conflicting views on whether or not we'd tell our children about Santa."
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