<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034870</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:37:11.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things</title><subtitle type='html'>all about meeeee....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eacr100.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034870/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eacr100.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13804747268326860662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034870.post-106798534420078262</id><published>2003-11-04T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T14:43:01.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1- My Name is not Purple Pen&lt;br /&gt;2- I was educated almost entirely in French&lt;br /&gt;3- I spent two terms in an English school (Silsoe Primary school in Bedfordshire) when I was 5, getting bored stiff because I could already read&lt;br /&gt;4- We moved to France when I was 6&lt;br /&gt;5- I have worn glasses for short sight since I was 5&lt;br /&gt;6- My sight is now so bad that I cannot see the time on the alarm clock a few inches away from my face&lt;br /&gt;7- I do not rely on my sight and frequently fail to see people I know in the street&lt;br /&gt;8- I have never yet been run down by a car, by my sister nearly died once after being hit by a motorbike&lt;br /&gt;9- I wrote a lot as a teenager&lt;br /&gt;10- I did a French Baccalauréat in Literature and Languages, presenting four languages plus Latin&lt;br /&gt;11- I did rather well throughout school and spectacularly badly at University&lt;br /&gt;12- I enjoyed University more than anything else in my life up till then&lt;br /&gt;13- I've since had three children, and life just keeps getting better and better&lt;br /&gt;14- I was depressive throughout childhood&lt;br /&gt;15- I finally shook off the depression at the age of 24&lt;br /&gt;16- I was never physical as a child, and I'm still not now&lt;br /&gt;17- I used to be stick-thin, particularly during depressive bouts at University, when I would stop eating&lt;br /&gt;18- I sometimes toy with having another depressive bout just so that I could be 8 stone again (I usually hover too near 10 stone now)&lt;br /&gt;19- Not seriously&lt;br /&gt;20- I just need some will power and to get off my bum in front of the computer once in a while&lt;br /&gt;21- I prefer to eat food that hasn't been mucked around with, but sometimes I have a burger&lt;br /&gt;22- As a child, I ate pudding maybe once a month at home and never had sweets&lt;br /&gt;23- I was a vegetarian for three years until I developped a wheat intolerance during a weekend in Dublin&lt;br /&gt;24- I hardly ever see the people whom I consider to be my best friends; they live scattered all over the British Isles&lt;br /&gt;25- I am still friends with the first two people I met at University&lt;br /&gt;26- Between the ages of 7 and 15, I hardly ever had a new item of clothing, not even underwear; most were at least 3rd-hand&lt;br /&gt;27- My most embarassing memory ever occurred because of this&lt;br /&gt;28- Even my own husband did not know about it until a few days ago&lt;br /&gt;29- I'm not good at expressing my emotions except in a very controlled way&lt;br /&gt;30- I envy people who can write stream of consciousness&lt;br /&gt;31- I sometimes get very ratty when I've got a lot on my mind&lt;br /&gt;32- Mostly I'm pretty unflappable, I don't take offence at people's opinions, their way of expressing them or their idea of me&lt;br /&gt;33- My father has probably said all the crappiest things about me anyway, so everything else is just so much water off a goose's back&lt;br /&gt;34- I used to hate my mother for not standing up to my father, but now I understand why&lt;br /&gt;35- I love my children more than anything else in the world&lt;br /&gt;36- Sometimes I'd like a rest from them&lt;br /&gt;37- In 2000 I trained as a teacher of modern languages&lt;br /&gt;38- I had to leave my children for six weeks in February 2000&lt;br /&gt;39- I loved being away, but was desperate to get back&lt;br /&gt;40- I feel frustrated sometimes that I don't have more time to do exactly what I want&lt;br /&gt;41- I spend far too much time in front of the computer&lt;br /&gt;42- I had a ZX-81 when I was 12&lt;br /&gt;43- I did not enjoy the hours involved in being a teacher&lt;br /&gt;44- I love teaching&lt;br /&gt;45- On balance, it's debatable if I'll ever go back to it&lt;br /&gt;46- My pupils say I should be a counsellor for young people, apparently I have a flair for it (I just thought I was doing ma job)&lt;br /&gt;47- Teenagers don't scare me, they just irritate the hell out of me when they're being immature for their age&lt;br /&gt;48- As a teenager, I was once left stranded in the Gare du Nord by my father overnight; a drug-crazed kid waved a broken bottle in my face but I talked him out of doing me actual harm&lt;br /&gt;49- I have travelled alone on public transport since the age of 10, including trains, metros, planes and ferries&lt;br /&gt;50- My father worked in Paris and when I visited him in the holidays, he would leave me alone all day to see the sights&lt;br /&gt;51- My own eldest child is 10, and I just about let him go to the corner shop alone&lt;br /&gt;52- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034870-106798534420078262?l=eacr100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034870/posts/default/106798534420078262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034870/posts/default/106798534420078262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eacr100.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106798534420078262' title=''/><author><name>e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13804747268326860662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
