Ride the world's biggest
I'm not even sure
what the world's biggest roller
coaster is, but we have this here Intarwebs
thang so we can look
this up and make our own judgement about what constitutes the
“world's biggest roller coaster.”
Personally, I'm not a fan of roller coasters, and I'm disinclined
to even ride the things, but I have ridden them before. Years ago,
at a time when I was younger than 18, Mom and I were at
World. Mom, for whatever reason, decided she wanted to ride Space
Mountain, which is a roller coaster in the dark.
In the dark!
Anyway, Mom had to drag me on the ride. I had to drag her off
the ride. It wasn't an experience I want to repeat.
I'm not even sure this is legal for anyone under 18.
can. Down to age 10 it seems.
I've had friends that have jumped out of a perfectly good
airplane, but not me.
Score the winning goal/basket
Nope. I wasn't one for sports as a kid.
Win an award, trophy or prize
Yes. An experience I will never forget, despite forgetting what
the actual award was for.
It was horrible really. I was a Drama Geek in high school, and
even though I liked working behind the scenes more than being on
stage, I still ended up joining the
Society and the initiation involved dressing up as a clown.
I didn't expect it to be all that bad. The initiation was the
same day the administration was handing out student awards and
because of my experience in working the lights in the auditorium, I
had permission to skip my classes that day to work lights for all
the ceremonies. So I could hide in the light booth at the head of
All was going well until during one of the ceremonies, my name
Nothing like walking across a stage in a clown outfit in front of
all my peers to collect some brown-nose-esque award from a class I
didn't even enjoy all that much (English, as I recall).
So yes, I won an award while
wearing a clown
Learn an instrument
two years of
clarinet in middle school, and I can still remember some
fingerings (especially the transition from A to B-flat which is a
bitch on a B-flat clarinet).
Go backstage at a gig
This one is hard to decide, but I came down on the side of
I was a Drama Geek in high school and worked backstage during
many a performance, including a “battle-of-the-bands” type show.
So I kind of squeak by on this.
Post-18, definitely. In
FAU I worked in the auditorium (not to be confused
with the theater across campus) and there I worked quite a few gigs.
kept saying “partridge-what?” Buddy Hackett
was a loud-mouthed jerk, and Hal Linden stole
Yes, the auditorium mostly catered to the older crowd in
Meet your idol
And even if I did, I would have no idea what to say.
Play a part in your favorite TV show
Haven't done this either.
And unless you live in
Los Angeles (or maybe Orlando
for those that might want to go the Micky
Mouse Club route) I can't see anyone under 18 doing this, unless
they have an obnoxious
stage mom to force the issue.
Meet someone with your own name
Well, there's Sean, best friend and
Then there's Sean, friend in college and
lead vocalist for our fake band.
And there seem to be
few Sean Conners out there, but I haven't met one of them.
Make a discovery
During the 11
th grade, I thought I came up with a neat
way to very quickly calculate the Mandelbrot
Set which required the taking a logarithm of a complex number,
but my math teacher at the time had no clue what I was talking
about, and upon reflection, I don't think it would have worked.
I also discovered that it was
not a good idea to take
the keys to the high school home with me, but that's not the type of
discovery they're talking about here.
Get away with the perfect practical joke
Yes. Several in fact. But they were all done in college,
after I turned 18. When I could be arrested.
Own a pointless collection
My grandparents (both sets) grew up during
Depression and from them, I inherited a “pack rat” gene. Even
as a kid I used to joke about my “collection of collections.”
Which I still have, for the most part (except for the “wall of
computers”—after a few years
that became really silly as
it lead to “wall of really heavy dust collectors”).
Invent a word that makes it into the dictionary
No. Not all of us are
Or even Anthony
Conquer your biggest fear
This one I'm claiming, even if I haven't.
At the end of 9
th grade we had to select the classes
we wanted for the following year. Even at that age, I knew that public
speaking was among the biggest fears of most people (something I
learned in 5 th (or was it 6 th?) grade when
forced into Toastmasters) so I thought
it might be a good idea (and this was solely my idea) to
sign up for both Speech and Drama.
I should also note that I was quite shy at the time.
It worked—I have no fear of public speaking at all.
Fear of heights however
Raise money for charity
In fact, I found it traumatic enough selling candy in the
th grade and magazine subscriptions in the
7 th grade (I was told to lie to sell subscriptions) that
I refused to do it ever again.
My Drama teacher understood this, and whenever she had a candy
sale, I never had to sell candy, but I did help her collect and
count the money.
th grade civics teacher, on the other hand,
wasn't so sympathetic. Then again, everyone in the 11 th
grade had to sell magazine subscriptions and the class that sold the
most subscriptions would get a pizza party. I handed all my stuff
to one of the more motivated students and didn't think about the
situation again until the end of the magazine sale drive.
Much to my horror, my class won.
Pass your driving test the first time
I didn't get my learner's permit until I was 19 and absolutely
needed a car to get to work.
And even then, I failed the vision test
(officially—unofficially, I proved the clerk had given me the
wrong chart to read).
And the less said about my first attempt at driving a car, the
better (to this day, Dad still is leary of letting me drive).
Complete a road trip coast to coast
For loose values of “coast to coast.”
As a kid, I spent my summers in
Royal Oak, Michigan with
my grandparents. When I lived in Brevard, North Carolina, my
grandma would drive down to pick me up and then again to drop me
off. When Mom and I moved to Florida, I started flying there
But one year, I drove back to Florida with my
Mom's cousin and his two young kids (oldest
was maybe five at the time). In a Camero.
And people wonder why I hate trips …
Anyway, I digress.
While it's not from
to shining sea it is from one “coast” (near enough to Lake
St. Clair) to another (the Atlantic Ocean) and is over 1,200
miles. Close enough for me.
Reach 18 years of age—yes!!!
Although I don't think I ever
was 18, as Mom used to
joke that I was 10 going on 40 …