Alright, after a lot of dredging around, I (okay, mostly Sara) finally came up with Five Things you probably didn't know about me:
1. On the eve of my final ultimate tournament at Earlham College, I got sick. The nurses at the health center diagnosed it as a stomach flu and said I'd probably be okay in 48 hours. Despite copious and painful vomiting, I decided to make the trip down to Berea, KY, anyway on the assumption that I'd be better by game time.
That decision turned out to have saved my life. By the time we actually arrived in Berea I was unable to walk to the house we were staying in. I was taken to the local hostpital where I puked a little more and may have shat myself while waiting overnight for someone to come check me out. It turned out I in fact had appendicitis, and the appendix had ruptured to boot.
It took several weeks to recover, just as I was pulling together my senior thesis on option pricing, but it seems everything has worked out okay in the end.
2. I have an awful memory for events or timelines. I can't remember where I put my drink, ever. Most days it takes about two minutes to figure out how old I am. I have a really hard time remembering which event came before or after another. Many people have bad memories, but this goes beyond that. I lose pretty much everything I own on a regular basis, independent of its value to me.
The really weird thing is that I have an uncanny memory for dates, names, and facts--any sort of trivia-type information. So it's not just that I have bad memory overall, it's just a particular type of memory that escapes me. Which is sad, because in the end all we have are our memories, and I'd rather remember my own life than who discovered blahblah.
3. I have a lump in my breast. Not the cancerous kind, but a rib that sticks out where it meets the sternum. It makes my right pec look slightly bigger if you look hard enough, but that's pretty much the only effect. Still, kind of a weird abnormality.
4. I enjoy getting lost, as long as I have nowhere to be. In the summer after my freshman year at college I worked as a counselor/lifeguard (despite being a terrible swimmer, but that's another story), and one my favorite activities to lead was a "Get-Lost Hike". Basically we'd just take off through the brush and try to avoid any landmarks that might tell us where we are. One time we took it to extremes and ended up making our way back along county roads, about five hours later than we should have. Just as we were almost back, a cop car flew past us. It returned a few minutes later along with one of the other counselors in a van--they had called the police to go find us.
I guess I was supposed to get in trouble for that, but I didn't and I continued to lead those hikes without going quite so far. Really, though, you only find interesting stuff once you get off the beaten path.
5. Although most people know me as Adam, my first name is Charles. All the first-born males in my family, going back at least 4 generations, have been named Charles. We all have different middle names, and we use those in day-to-day interactions. Charles means "manly" and Adam means "man", so put together I am "Manly Man".
I think everybody on earth has been tagged by now, and I don't think too many folks read this jive anyway, so I'm not tagging anyone.