Assignment 8- Jessica Sunnenberg

Fears: Clowns, spiders, getting injured
Annoyances: constant clicking, ticking, tapping, mouth noises, sudden loud noises, really bright lights, stupid drivers, moist
Accomplishments: growing closer with my sister, staying healthy
Confusions: why people feel the need to put gluten in EVERYTHING
Sorrows: Broadstone
Dreams: travel the world, success, STATE, college volleyball scholarship
Idiosyncrasies: Sensitivity to light (I have to wear sunglasses outside at all times), I hate ketchup and socks, I won't use a bar of soap that somebody else has used, I peel bananas from the wrong end
Risks: eating Chick-fil-A before games (forbidden by HCVB), never wearing sunscreen
Beloved Possessions: Now- the boys, my car, anything from Broadstone, sunglasses collection, phone, my beloved headband Then- bunny blanket, carebear (a.k.a. herpes bear), many many webkinz, kitty cat sippy cup, snap circuit board
Problems: short attention span, inability to ride a bike without hurting myself, asking for help, waking up in the morning, over scheduling

Beloved Possessions Then

The infamous bunny blanket. You know that commercial where the child spills red stuff on her lamby and the parents have to occupy her with back up lamby to avoid a huge temper tamtrum while frantically working to get the red stuff out of the original lamby? Well that was me with my bunny. It was basically a bunny head with a mini pink silky blanket attached to it. My mom told me that I would sit in front of the washer until she got out and always worry that she was getting dizzy. I treasured this thing. It's still a touchy subject, but bunny got lost at the ripe old age of 4. I replaced bunny with my purple carebear which my parents ever so kindly nicknamed herpes bear. This was followed by my webkinz stage in which I insisted on getting almost every single one, big and small, for about 3 years.

Enough about stuffed animals. Let's get on to the real MVP of my childhood: THE kitty cat sippy cup. Unfortunately, for my mom, it also happened to be my sister's most beloved possession. When I say we fought over this thing, I mean war. It was a battle to determine who got to use it each day. Constant fighting and bickering. I threw a telephone book at her once to delay her just long enough to get to the cup first. And God forbid if my mother forgot to wash it. So what became of the kitty cat sippy cup? Well, my sister ended up breaking it and I still hold that against her to this day.