Coincidences?
Coincidence? Fate? Whatever you call it, there have been a few interesting events that have happened in my life. For example:
I clearly remember learning about square roots, cube roots, and the like in 6th grade. Once I learned that 3 to the 3rd is the same as 3x3x3, the wheels in my head started turning. My initials were SSM, if only I could marry someone with a last name that started with S, I could be S squared! Then I could sign everything S to the 3rd!!! It was exciting and genius (for a sixth grader), but I knew it would also be a long time before I would have to worry about that. Then one day I was messing around in the hospital, where I worked at the time, and that memory came back to me! In pharmacy you have to sign your initials to everything so there's someone accountable if someone dies, has a reaction, etc. So I was signing my initals on a bunch of stuff when it occurred to me that I was dating someone who's last name started with S! It was at that moment I knew it was love. Well, not exactly, but I was excited about the thought that if we got married I could sign things Scubed. And I did and it was awesome! Coincidence?
During and after hike school I worked at the local Blockbuster video store. At one point there was this older lady (in her 40s) who worked there named Rebecca. She like to be called Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, which is a reference to a book that I had never heard of, but older people seemed to know what she was talking aboot, so whatever. She's was a somewhat weird, quirky lady and seemed to take to me as her own daughter, to which she started calling me Stefanie of Sunnybrook Farm. So what's the name of the road I live on now? Sunnybrook Drive, not farm, I know, but it's pretty damn close.
It seems like I'm forgetting another one, but those two are what's stuck in my head right now. So do you believe in fate?
I clearly remember learning about square roots, cube roots, and the like in 6th grade. Once I learned that 3 to the 3rd is the same as 3x3x3, the wheels in my head started turning. My initials were SSM, if only I could marry someone with a last name that started with S, I could be S squared! Then I could sign everything S to the 3rd!!! It was exciting and genius (for a sixth grader), but I knew it would also be a long time before I would have to worry about that. Then one day I was messing around in the hospital, where I worked at the time, and that memory came back to me! In pharmacy you have to sign your initials to everything so there's someone accountable if someone dies, has a reaction, etc. So I was signing my initals on a bunch of stuff when it occurred to me that I was dating someone who's last name started with S! It was at that moment I knew it was love. Well, not exactly, but I was excited about the thought that if we got married I could sign things Scubed. And I did and it was awesome! Coincidence?
During and after hike school I worked at the local Blockbuster video store. At one point there was this older lady (in her 40s) who worked there named Rebecca. She like to be called Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, which is a reference to a book that I had never heard of, but older people seemed to know what she was talking aboot, so whatever. She's was a somewhat weird, quirky lady and seemed to take to me as her own daughter, to which she started calling me Stefanie of Sunnybrook Farm. So what's the name of the road I live on now? Sunnybrook Drive, not farm, I know, but it's pretty damn close.
It seems like I'm forgetting another one, but those two are what's stuck in my head right now. So do you believe in fate?
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