Hey, "Helena". I know I haven't posted here in a while, but I'm here now. I was in LIFE in '87.
Maybe I missed something, but I haven't seen you post many details about your own experience there. It might be helpful for people to know what went on then, so they can tell wether or not it has actually changed much. I'll try to do the same."
I'm sure it's here somewhere - probably in the 2003 2003 archives. But if you must know my LIFE Story :smile: ) at the person who was "standing me up" to call me "FOS" (Full of shit... I was pretty much "stood up" daily and asked, "Sara - what's your drug list?")
My favorite confrontation was when Helen Petermann strode in to the room one day, with a purpose, and interrupted a rap to stand me up. It the example was something to the effect the the rest of the group should keep a keen eye on me, because even though I looked "bookish", I was still a druggie, and because of my quiet nature and lack of participation, I was "plotting and planning." Well, she was half right. [/quote]
Some of my other
favorite memories:
1. Being told my clothes were "disrespectful" because they had become tight after sitting on a bench, and being fed crap for 2 months - shock-suprise! I put on a few pounds.
2. Having left my toothbrush at another host home, and my new old-comer taking an old toothbrush from a cup under the sink, holding it under hot water for a few minutes and handing to me, saying "There, it's stertalized" (Yes, she said "stert-a-lized)
3. Same oldcomer coming down on me for my clothes from home smelling like cigarettes. Two smokers were living in the house in my absence, but she couldn't grasp this concept.
4. My mother turning in a guys phone number she found in my room, and being tortured for hours to admit I was sexually active when I wasn't.
Ohhh lets see... what else
Oh, yes... and my Oscar winning performance where I won the much coveted Phase 2 distinction: Breaking down and admitting to getting into my grandparent's liquor cabinet (which was actually a bottle of blackberry brandy kept in a kitchen cabinet) and becoming so depressed and drunk at the same time that I tried to kill myself with a plastic Wendy's knife.
Damn, I shoulda split for Hollywood after that one - I think I actually made other people cry.
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