To be brutally honest, I'm more proud of my time at Wendy's than I ever was of my (disastrous) attempt at studying to be a CPA.
What were you doing in 1994?
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To be brutally honest, I'm more proud of my time at Wendy's than I ever was of my (disastrous) attempt at studying to be a CPA.
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In 1994 I was starting high school as a Freshman, and working a part time job at a landscaping company.
I was in fourth and fifth grade back then, devotedly reading Goosebumps, Henry Huggins, Boxcar Children, Bruce Conville, etc. At home I would have divided my time between running around the neighborhood playing kickball, hunting snakes, exploring the woods, and throwing mudballs at girls, or creating elaborate 'worlds' for my toys out of stuff in the yard -- limbs, bushes, toolboxes, cinder blocks, etc. I used to have a 'city' built completely of elevated plywood and cinder blocks, complete with an onramp for the interstate. I don't think I'd gotten a Gameboy yet, so absolutely none of my entertainment was electronic -- didn't get a gameboy until 95, no computer or tv until 98. I didn't have time for them: until 1996 I had a trampoline, and would jump jump jump on that thing from the time I got off the schoolbus until after dark, if I could. (For some reason, I told stories about my toys in my head as I jumped...and if I got tired of jumping, I'd create the stories out of the stuff around my yard.)
I was in my late 20s and
I was working on the railrways
All the live-long day.
I've was working on the railways
Just to earn my pay. ha
I was working on the railrways
All the live-long day.
I've was working on the railways
Just to earn my pay. ha
1994 eh?
I was 27, in college, working part time at a local hospital, and a year away from student teaching (I still shudder thinking about student teaching). My grandfather died in 1994.
Although I didn't know it, 1994 was just before some pretty traumatic events in my life. Student teaching, while not a pleasant experience, planted the seed that teaching wasn't for me. I wouldn't realize it fully for another couple of years though. However, the experience of doing that 9 weeks of unpayed internship helped me grow in ways I couldn't even imagine. My fear of public speaking was gone after that and I was much more confident in my own abilities. I also lost 30 pounds which was nice, although I wouldn't recommend the "student teaching diet" to anyone.
And then there was Maria in 1995/6. That's another story and if I was given the chance to go back and change things, I just might take it
I was 27, in college, working part time at a local hospital, and a year away from student teaching (I still shudder thinking about student teaching). My grandfather died in 1994.
Although I didn't know it, 1994 was just before some pretty traumatic events in my life. Student teaching, while not a pleasant experience, planted the seed that teaching wasn't for me. I wouldn't realize it fully for another couple of years though. However, the experience of doing that 9 weeks of unpayed internship helped me grow in ways I couldn't even imagine. My fear of public speaking was gone after that and I was much more confident in my own abilities. I also lost 30 pounds which was nice, although I wouldn't recommend the "student teaching diet" to anyone.
And then there was Maria in 1995/6. That's another story and if I was given the chance to go back and change things, I just might take it
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I turned six years old in 1994, we were stationed in Japan, either Uraga or Yokosuka, don't remember which at that time exactly. But I was probably spending most of my time watching Dragon Ball and Slam Dunk in Japanese (and not understanding a word of it). I think my dad was on deployment on the USS Fife at that time, so I was probably missing him a lot.
1994 saw me finally closing in on my college degree in journalism.. I was working on campus and had started dating the woman who would eventually marry me... This was the year after my father died suddenly and my mom announced at Christmas '93 that she had lung cancer (which she subsequently kicked in the ass!)... Not much else too astonishing, I'm afraid...
Sounds like you had a 70s type of childhood but in the 90s.
I was in eighth grade, usually spending my weekends either at the movies, playing Super Nintendo or Sega Genesis/CD at my or my friends house. And just starting Star Trek 
Sounds like you had a 70s type of childhood but in the 90s.
You have no idea -- I grew up on 1950s/1960s pop music or country. If we were at a motel, we'd watch TvLand and nothing else, so I watched The Brady Bunch, The Wonder Years. stuff like that.
1994 was the year I graduated high school and went to college. I had a part-time job in a grocery store that funded my music and comic book habit. OJ's infamous Bronco ride happened on my 18th birthday.
I remember listening to Soundgarden's Superunknown album alot around graduation, and Queensryche's Promised Land in college that fall. I remember seeing Generations in the theater three times. Actually, I remember a new theater opening in the town where I went to college not long before Generations came out; Stargate was the first movie I saw there. Some personal stuff went on that wasn't that great, but mostly I remember it being a pretty good year.
I remember listening to Soundgarden's Superunknown album alot around graduation, and Queensryche's Promised Land in college that fall. I remember seeing Generations in the theater three times. Actually, I remember a new theater opening in the town where I went to college not long before Generations came out; Stargate was the first movie I saw there. Some personal stuff went on that wasn't that great, but mostly I remember it being a pretty good year.
@Jayson1 Reading your post made my crack my knuckles, wrists, and neck.
In 1994 I was 10. I actually don't remember a lot of what happened that year, or any other year from childhood. It all just kinda lumped together into really compartmentalized memories based on the people I was dealing with at any given time.
I do remember watching All Good Things and Generations, but only reminded by The Wormholes response.
In 1994 I was 10. I actually don't remember a lot of what happened that year, or any other year from childhood. It all just kinda lumped together into really compartmentalized memories based on the people I was dealing with at any given time.
I do remember watching All Good Things and Generations, but only reminded by The Wormholes response.
I have heard this before as well but I just can't stop. I even like to try and pop other people's knuckles as well such as my family which kind of reminds me of how I use to obsess over touching this kids wart when I was a kid. Not exactly sure what inspired or inspires this. Proably the same thing that makes me have the instinct to lick metal surfaces or tires.
Jason
1994 wasn't a bad year for me. I'd adopted a kitten in the fall of 1993 (he just turned up in our back yard one day in October and since nobody in the neighborhood was missing a kitten we decided to keep him). So I was happily getting acquainted with my newest cat, and continuing with normal stuff. I was active in the Society for Creative Anachronism then, some of us in that group had formed a Star Trek club so we were doing our normal things, and at that time there were three regional science fiction conventions each year (I went to the ones in July and October).
I don't recall if I was taking any college courses that year; I did take a few in the '90s, but the only one I remember clearly which year it was, was taking astronomy in the same year that Comet Hale-Bopp visited Earth. I remember glancing up one evening, and there it was... very easy to see, and I remember thinking that it was beautiful - that this comet had come from so far away and it was a once (okay, a few) in many, many lifetimes opportunity to enjoy seeing it with my own eyes.
Speaking of comets, Shoemaker-Levy 9 pummeled Jupiter the same weekend as the science fiction convention in July of 1994. The concom made arrangements for anyone who wanted to view it live, to be bused to the local planetarium (in Calgary). I'm still kicking myself for not going; the reason I didn't was because the bus wouldn't have returned in time for the Saturday night costume competition.
Work-wise, I had two home businesses, and together they kept me busy.
I don't recall if I was taking any college courses that year; I did take a few in the '90s, but the only one I remember clearly which year it was, was taking astronomy in the same year that Comet Hale-Bopp visited Earth. I remember glancing up one evening, and there it was... very easy to see, and I remember thinking that it was beautiful - that this comet had come from so far away and it was a once (okay, a few) in many, many lifetimes opportunity to enjoy seeing it with my own eyes.
Speaking of comets, Shoemaker-Levy 9 pummeled Jupiter the same weekend as the science fiction convention in July of 1994. The concom made arrangements for anyone who wanted to view it live, to be bused to the local planetarium (in Calgary). I'm still kicking myself for not going; the reason I didn't was because the bus wouldn't have returned in time for the Saturday night costume competition.
Work-wise, I had two home businesses, and together they kept me busy.
Love your user name and sig, fellow Rush fan
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