5 Things You Probably Don’t Know About Me

I can’t even hum on key. Add actual notes and its a pure-dee lost cause. It was a concern to me in my younger days vis a vis becoming a nun, seeings how they tend to sing quite a bit. I asked my mother what nuns who can’t sing do and she said they just mouth the words. I often think if I were granted three wishes one of them would be for a lovely singing voice.
When living in the co-ops in college I came near to attacking a housemate for saying I had bought more Jiffy mixes than I was authorized to (a very serious charge in co-op land, very, very serious). Luckily, her ex-marine boyfriend was there and he pushed me out of the room before anything untoward happened (besides the screaming and the bloodfire accusations) and closed the door. For the record, my actions were entirely justified. Entirely. I WAS RIGHT TO BUY THOSE EXTRA JIFFY MIXES, PARTICULARLY THE BLUEBERRY ONES.
Growing up I learned how to ride horses and shoot guns. Not simultaneously. That’s impossible. I don’t care what John Wayne told you.
I was second chair in the all-city Harrisonburg Children’s Band in elementary school. I played the clarinet.
In college I was on an anti-porn rampage for several years. I participated in a rather famous episode where we shut down Omar’s titty bar in Lansing during a Take Back the Night rally and made national NPR. I was on parole detail that night so I didn’t get arrested. Nearly shut down DejaVu once, too. I don’t engage in these types of activities any longer.

Published by Sonya Schryer Norris