[Thirty-Day Meme] - Day 11
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alliancesjrOnly a couple more before we're all caught up.
Your siblings, in great detail
Ah. This one is going to take a while. I'll write this in order.
Physics Sister
(Picture is five years old. I don't have any recent ones.)
Kelly was born twenty months previous to myself, so she never had a lot of time to get used to Only Child status. She's always been smarter than me; while I may have had a higher IQ than she did (although not by much), and always tested better (again, not by a whole lot), she had the common sense and work ethic to back it up. Were it not for her hospitalization in junior year of high school, she would have been Valedictorian.
It's hard to talk about my older sister, because as much as I've always liked and admired her, I haven't been all that close to her since I was seven. We were always the best of friends back then - or at least I thought so - but some point of time around 1992ish, she grew further and further away from me. I don't know why. I've never known why. I doubt even she remembers why, but after that point, she hated me. Ignoring my presence most of the time, or outright condemning me or ridiculing me. I started insulting, ignoring and ridiculing her just out of retaliation, but I was always confused about it. What's even more frustrating about it is that she and I have probably the most in common with each other, at least in terms of tastes in music, games, and other entertainment. She's always been a huge Joss Whedon fan, as have I. She even got a comment from him on a short webvideo she made; a claymation "Bitty Real World".
Kelly is currently the most successful out of the four of us. She took five years of college and did a side-along graduate program, so she graduated with her Masters in Engineering. Her initial major was Biomedical Engineering - for a short time, she wanted to design prosthetics - but she ended up with more of a generalized focus; the picture above is from 2005, and the reason she has sensors stuck all over her is because she was playing Atari with her face. (No, really.) She graduated at the top of her class, and immediately decided searching out her dream job: High School Physics Teacher. She's currently on the Eastern seaboard, teaching at a private school.
She's always been a loner, and right now lives with two kittens; Newton and Echo. I don't have a picture of them but I am assured by my mother that they are very cute.
The Brother
(This one is about three years old.)
When I was five years old, James was born. Shortly thereafter, my parents got rid of the cat, a beautiful creature my father liked to call Lindy El Gato O'Shea. This tells you everything you need to know about my father.
Jamie was always a bit special. Like all of the O'Shea children, his intelligence was through the roof, but he was emotionally stunted. This wasn't as apparent until he hit puberty, and he was still acting like he was seven. It wasn't a pleasant combination; the genetic intelligence and stubbornness, paired with a behavioral disorder. Very shy around new people, too - until he got to know you, then you couldn't shut him up.
He struggled for a long time trying to find out who he was and what he was good at. It wasn't until high school that he discovered his natural talents for cooking and baking; he was amazing. Even better than my father, who is no slouch in a kitchen himself. The only trouble with that, though, was that he never cleaned up after himself, and ruined a few of my father's pots and pans by leaving them uncleaned for over a week. (My parents were on vacation at the time, leaving him in the house. Not entirely alone; people checked up on him, but they couldn't be with him every hour of every day.) It was because of this that my parents forbade him from cooking until he could reliably clean up afterwards.
It was...difficult...getting along with him. I tried, but he would make it a game to push my buttons. I think it's because of him that I'm slow to anger now; live with someone like that, and you learn to let things slide. I shared a room with him for over twelve years, and in that time he has destroyed more of my possessions than I knew I had.
It's been almost a year since he disappeared, of his own volition. There's more to the story, but this is neither the place nor the time to tell it.
Cheer Sister
(Last October, for her 15th birthday)
(I guess I did have a good picture of my father after all)
(Ohgod my baby sister is almost 16 why am I so old)
I very distinctly remember when Jenny was born; we were shipped off to my grandparents house for the second NintendoFest with my uncle (the first one was when Jamie was born). The reason I remember Jenny's so well was that I had my newest Disney Adventures magazine with the Gargoyles feature; there was a badass picture of Goliath on the rooftop on the cover.
Out of the four of us, Jenny is the normal one. Kelly is bipolar and antisocial, I've got chronic laziness and up through high school was extremely socially awkward, and Jamie has his behavioral disorder. Jenny, though, is the Golden Child, and I mean that in the nicest way. She's the popular one at school, she's in AP and honors classes, is first-chair clarinet and currently doing flags for marching band, and is probably going to be doing Varsity Cheerleading this school year. (I'll have to ask her how tryouts went.)
Since she's the youngest (and currently the only child left at home), she does tend to have a sense of entitlement, and is prone to teenage snits, but that's relatively normal behavior, and my parents deal with it just as well as they dealt with the rest of us. As I said before, Kelly is currently the most successful one out of the four of us, but I honestly think Jenny will give her a run for her money.
Your siblings, in great detail
Ah. This one is going to take a while. I'll write this in order.
Physics Sister
(Picture is five years old. I don't have any recent ones.)
Kelly was born twenty months previous to myself, so she never had a lot of time to get used to Only Child status. She's always been smarter than me; while I may have had a higher IQ than she did (although not by much), and always tested better (again, not by a whole lot), she had the common sense and work ethic to back it up. Were it not for her hospitalization in junior year of high school, she would have been Valedictorian.
It's hard to talk about my older sister, because as much as I've always liked and admired her, I haven't been all that close to her since I was seven. We were always the best of friends back then - or at least I thought so - but some point of time around 1992ish, she grew further and further away from me. I don't know why. I've never known why. I doubt even she remembers why, but after that point, she hated me. Ignoring my presence most of the time, or outright condemning me or ridiculing me. I started insulting, ignoring and ridiculing her just out of retaliation, but I was always confused about it. What's even more frustrating about it is that she and I have probably the most in common with each other, at least in terms of tastes in music, games, and other entertainment. She's always been a huge Joss Whedon fan, as have I. She even got a comment from him on a short webvideo she made; a claymation "Bitty Real World".
Kelly is currently the most successful out of the four of us. She took five years of college and did a side-along graduate program, so she graduated with her Masters in Engineering. Her initial major was Biomedical Engineering - for a short time, she wanted to design prosthetics - but she ended up with more of a generalized focus; the picture above is from 2005, and the reason she has sensors stuck all over her is because she was playing Atari with her face. (No, really.) She graduated at the top of her class, and immediately decided searching out her dream job: High School Physics Teacher. She's currently on the Eastern seaboard, teaching at a private school.
She's always been a loner, and right now lives with two kittens; Newton and Echo. I don't have a picture of them but I am assured by my mother that they are very cute.
The Brother
(This one is about three years old.)
When I was five years old, James was born. Shortly thereafter, my parents got rid of the cat, a beautiful creature my father liked to call Lindy El Gato O'Shea. This tells you everything you need to know about my father.
Jamie was always a bit special. Like all of the O'Shea children, his intelligence was through the roof, but he was emotionally stunted. This wasn't as apparent until he hit puberty, and he was still acting like he was seven. It wasn't a pleasant combination; the genetic intelligence and stubbornness, paired with a behavioral disorder. Very shy around new people, too - until he got to know you, then you couldn't shut him up.
He struggled for a long time trying to find out who he was and what he was good at. It wasn't until high school that he discovered his natural talents for cooking and baking; he was amazing. Even better than my father, who is no slouch in a kitchen himself. The only trouble with that, though, was that he never cleaned up after himself, and ruined a few of my father's pots and pans by leaving them uncleaned for over a week. (My parents were on vacation at the time, leaving him in the house. Not entirely alone; people checked up on him, but they couldn't be with him every hour of every day.) It was because of this that my parents forbade him from cooking until he could reliably clean up afterwards.
It was...difficult...getting along with him. I tried, but he would make it a game to push my buttons. I think it's because of him that I'm slow to anger now; live with someone like that, and you learn to let things slide. I shared a room with him for over twelve years, and in that time he has destroyed more of my possessions than I knew I had.
It's been almost a year since he disappeared, of his own volition. There's more to the story, but this is neither the place nor the time to tell it.
Cheer Sister
(Last October, for her 15th birthday)
(I guess I did have a good picture of my father after all)
(Ohgod my baby sister is almost 16 why am I so old)
I very distinctly remember when Jenny was born; we were shipped off to my grandparents house for the second NintendoFest with my uncle (the first one was when Jamie was born). The reason I remember Jenny's so well was that I had my newest Disney Adventures magazine with the Gargoyles feature; there was a badass picture of Goliath on the rooftop on the cover.
Out of the four of us, Jenny is the normal one. Kelly is bipolar and antisocial, I've got chronic laziness and up through high school was extremely socially awkward, and Jamie has his behavioral disorder. Jenny, though, is the Golden Child, and I mean that in the nicest way. She's the popular one at school, she's in AP and honors classes, is first-chair clarinet and currently doing flags for marching band, and is probably going to be doing Varsity Cheerleading this school year. (I'll have to ask her how tryouts went.)
Since she's the youngest (and currently the only child left at home), she does tend to have a sense of entitlement, and is prone to teenage snits, but that's relatively normal behavior, and my parents deal with it just as well as they dealt with the rest of us. As I said before, Kelly is currently the most successful one out of the four of us, but I honestly think Jenny will give her a run for her money.
