Humans of BTMS - December 2014
- bulldogbrief2014
- Dec 20, 2014
- 2 min read
Nick Sibiryakov
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If you look at it one way, the world is just a big book sheathing everyone’s stories. Generations are chapters, years are page numbers. Stories we remember, stories we don't remember, and even the embarrassing ones are carefully typed up and shoved into this hypothetical book. We all have stories to tell.
This is us. We tell stories.
“I was stung by a bee when I was four and I wouldn’t stop crying even after they gave me pain reliever. I stopped crying after they gave me ice cream. People underestimate the power of ice cream.” ~Aaron Kim, 7th
“When I was in kindergarten we went on a field trip and I slid down a hay slide and then had a major allergy attack.” ~Meghan Park, 7th
“I used to play a lot of spy games with Meghan [Park]. Our dreams were to be FBIs… Oh, how we’ve changed…” ~Kamile Vaicekonis, 7th
“Once, I was at the Woodland Park Zoo when a friend of mine jumped onto the same rock I was on and we both fell and I got a huge gash on my head, and he only scraped his elbow.” ~Kyler Riner, 7th
“When I was five, I pretended to be a dog. I was so insistent upon it that my parents made me eat off a plate on the floor. As we were eating (and I was barking), my parents determined I was having too much fun with it and made me eat ‘like a human’.” ~Josh Setala, 7th
“Once when I was at, what’s it called, like the body shop or lotion shop or whatever when I was three. I was with my dad because we needed to get something for my mom. Then, at the quietest moment possible of the whole store I yelled, 'My daddy likes Pear Berry!’ ” ~Kaiona Apio, 7th
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