respond w/ 8 facts that we don’t know about you! send to 5 people!🌻✨ (from @liltwinflow)

I didn’t realize you tagged me until just now~ (For whatever reason I didn’t get a notification… weird.) Anyways, here’s round three of interesting (or entertaining?) facts about me~ ^^

1.  I was nine years old when I started learning how to sing in different languages~ I don’t remember the name of the song, but I can still sing it to this day~ It was an Italian song. The next year I learned how to sing in German, French, and Latin~

2. My flutes and piccolo have names and genders. It’s a thing for young flautists to name our instruments, and we somehow can tell their genders and personalities too~ We can even tell the genders of other flutes, even if we’ve never met them before~ It’s really weird~ ^^; Anyways, my first flute, my eldest daughter is named Stacy after my first flute teacher. Two years ago I got my middle child, my only son Altus who is named after the brand he is. He takes pride that he’s worth over $6000 dollars, and he likes to brag and show off~ My youngest daughter is my piccolo, whose name remains a mystery~ I just call her “Little P” for now~ Maybe she’ll reveal her name one day~ ^^

3. I’m really close with this stray cat who sometimes visits who I’ve named Ponyboy~ When I first met Ponyboy, they were really sweet, approaching me without fear and letting me pet their long fur. I thought they were a boy and named them “Ponyboy” cause the name sounded cute~ Well, shortly after deciding his name, he rolled on his stomach and allowed me to scratch his tummy. Well… surprise! Ponyboy was actually a Ponygirl! The reason why I assumed she was a boy is because male cats are generally more affectionate than females, especially strays. Well, she proved me wrong~ But I’ve kept her name the same since she always comes out when I call that name~ ^^

4. I have a hydrophobia (no not rabies, the fear of water~) due to a traumatizing incident when I was young. My family went to a water park when I was around six and my father and I went on a tube slide together. It was like the ones where you go down a tunnel and then there’s the giant toilet bowl you go around before falling through the bottom. Because of the large weight difference, I was flung off somewhere in the dark tunnel, flailing in the dark terrified for my life. I remember being flung around the bowl and then suddenly dropping into the water, surrounded by never ending blue. I couldn’t swim (and still can’t) and I remember flailing desperately and feeling so much pain in my chest before blacking out. It took the lifeguards 20 mins to bring me back to consciousness. Ever since then, I’ve been terrified of bodies of water. Pools, lakes, the ocean, any body of water really, I’m terrified of. (Now I’m obviously okay with things like rain and taking a shower, but baths are a no go for me~)

5. I’ve always been a bit of a book worm~ I always read books that were way advanced for my age. I read all of the Lord of the Rings in 5th grade, the Odyssey and Othello in 6th, and by the time I was in junior high, Macbeth and Hamlet~ It’s funny, because in my English classes, I’ve already read everything we’re suppossed to read during the school year~ It looks to be the same case this year too~ (I’m still excited to reread Hamlet though~ ^^)

6. At my school, in the case of an attack like a school shooting, thanks to my extensive knowledge in chemistry, and the trust of my teachers, I know how to make chemical explosives (nothing too crazy. They have the force of about a few firecrackers but they can pack a punch)~ The real damage would come from us unhooking the gas hoses and lighting them, using those as flamethrowers. (The bottom line is, if you’re under attack in our school, the science labs are the safest place to be~)

7. I have really close bonds with all of my teachers. Some of them are family friends, others are students of my parents, but a majority of them are just adults that I’ve closely bonded with. My first grade teacher for example, was someone I absolutely fell in love with. She let me sit at her desk and would talk to me all the time~ One day however, she left towards the end of the year because she was pregnant. It left me heartbroken, and the art teacher made me a puppet of her (which I have to this day) to remember her. I brought that puppet with me every day until school ended. Many years later, when I was in sixth grade, there was a day where I was called down to the Main Office. I remember the class laughing at me, telling me I was in trouble (like kids do). I wasn’t sure what was going on and I was really afraid, so I went down by myself in tears. When I arrived however, I was greeted by a familiar face. It was my first grade teacher from all those years ago. She had two kids now, two daughters, and she wanted me to meet her kids. She let me hold her newborn, which was the first time I ever held a baby by the way, and said, “Claire, meet Claire.” She named her second daughter after me because she wanted her to be playful and sweet just like I was when she taught me. I was so touched I cried~ Everyone in the office went aw, and a bunch took pictures of everything. I got to spend the rest of the day with her and I’ll never forget it~ I love all of my teachers so much~ <3

8. I have an arachnophobia, but mine is actually justified by a seriously traumatizing incident. When I was in preschool, my teacher had an unusual class pet. Most teachers have a class pet~ Something cute like a goldfish, or something fluffy like a guinea pig or a rabbit. Not mine~ She had a tarantula. A Goliath Birdeater to be exact. (You know, one of the largest spiders in the world.) Because why not? I’m sure that’ll go great with three-four year old kids. What could possibly go wrong? Everything. One day I sat down at my desk and reached inside to grab my things for class. I felt something fuzzy in my hands and pulled it out. Standing on my hands was a giant tarantula the size of my face. If that’s not scary enough, the thing got up on its hind legs and hissed, literally hissed, like a ferocious cat, waving its legs up in the air menacingly as if it were about to eat me. I screamed like the little girl I was, threw the thing off my hands and ran crying out of the room. I was so traumatized, I refused to go back because of the “big spider”. When my mom went to go meet with the teacher to understand what I was talking about, she saw the tarantula (in its cage this time) and the next day, I was no longer going to preschool there. I absolutely hate spiders because of what happened. Fortunately for me, I have a cat who kills spiders, so we’re all good~ ^^

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