Accident-prone is not even a thing I am...

So about two years ago, right, I was a sophomore, first semester at my new high school, and I was in an introductory Web design class. One of the things we had to do the first day was compose a list of twenty-five adjectives that described us (fancy that! adjectives that describe!)

Here is what appears to be that list:

1. Crazy
2. Psychopath
3. Confused
4. Disturbed
5. Nice
6. Awesome
7. Thin
8. Teenager
9. Alive
10. Mysterious
11. Accident-prone
12. Reading
13. Lazy
14. Bored
15. Not paying attention
16. Ignorant
17. Dazed
18. Sleepy
19. Weird
20. Abnormal
21. Odd
22. Alright
23.  
24.  
25.  

A few things.

I obviously ran out of words at 22, so I don't even know what I did.

The following are all blatant lies or exaggerations: psychopath, mysterious, accident-prone, dazed? Ignorant could be argued for, at the time. Awesome......... not so much.

And thin? Come on, was I so scarce in vocabulary that I had to use a dumb physical characteristic? When I had things like Not paying attention. I'm really surprised that I didn't mention being "single." I was a weird 15-year-old.

Teenager. Captain Obvious.

If I were to do this again, like today, the results would probably be somewhat different. I think I'm more confident and directional, if that's a thing. But I know more of who I am, like that I'm a Ravenclaw, a nerd, a literature geek, smart, funny (debatable), and all. And even the things that I'm more scared and lost about, even with those I'm more aware and resolved with my life and whatever crap. You get it. Also I'm fairly happy — why do I never note being happy!

But there's a glimpse into what I thought of myself.

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post-publication blah blah whatever: I've also gotten fatter. Not enough to be fat, maybe, but enough to not be thin, I think. Especially 'round the belly....................