I could not sit still. I was terrible. Terrible. I would take dares. I didn’t care. They dared me! In third grade at St. Catherine’s, the teacher left the room and the students dared me to dance on my desk. I got up and was having a great time--until the teacher came back. In high school, our teacher had this big closet where he stored things. I had the seat right by the closet and when he went into the closet, the class dared me to shut it. So I took my foot and I closed the door. I didn’t know that it locked. From the outside. “Open the door, open the door!” the kids said. I was really bad about making up things, too. Oh, I was so bad. In fourth grade, my brother Mark’s appendix ruptured and he had to have surgery. Someone was telling Sister Marie Roberts about their brother who had been in a car accident and broken his leg and his arm. I had to top that. In my head, I had to top it. So, not only did Mark have his appendix rupture. He also fell off the table and knocked out a tooth. (laughs) Sometimes I would think about the consequences. Most of the time I was living in the moment. Do it now and it will be such fun. (laughs) I never got into bad trouble. Teachers liked me. I was very likeable. I got away with more than other kids. I didn’t do anything out of spite or meanness. It just kind of happened.
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