Which Parent?
My dad has never been like "if I catch you doing one minor thing I'll keep you in the basement for a year" like the rest of my family that I actually got to know. My mom is alright about being more accepting, but in all honesty she probably should have waited to ever have kids. (Even though I'm probably the worst kid of hers lol)
My worst teacher would probably be my algebra 1 teacher. She had like a 60% failures per year because she was a "hard teacher." Granted she was an honors teacher, but she was just bad about picking favorites and not completely explaining the problem. I also just don't have the brain to do math so that didn't help at all. I ended up making a 60 in that class, but when I switched to homeschooling that was considered passing, so I got off easy.
Either my 8th grade math teacher or my 8th grade English teacher. they were both super nice teachers, and my math teacher was really good at his job. I think my entire class passed his class with like 80's. I loved my english teacher because she took advantage of the warm days and would bring us outside and we would read our short stories from the beginning of the week. 8th grade year was just great in general.
My favorite toy was actually a little blue blanket and a purple cat. They were my best friends since I moved around so much. :')
I would go back to some prehistoric era. I love dinosaurs! Or I would go back to medieval times to see if dragons actually existed.
My best childhood memory would have to be the time me and three of my cousins went swimming. It was the day my oldest cousin taught me how to swim, he's lowkey my favorite cousin.
I hate when certain things aren't clean. I wouldn't care if a table was a bit dirty or if there was dust on a book shelf, but when I see a dirty couch or my room isn't picked up a certain way I'll lose my head.
I've always had a problem with rushing things, like currently I'm curious about what life is like living with my dad. He's always been super laid back with me over the phone (he's in Florida.) So I told my mom that for my last two years of high school I wanted to live with my dad, and she did not like that. I honestly don't blame her, but my dad's better settled down then she is, so I haven't really seen a problem with it yet. (besides my mom's problem with money, even though she's definitely beyond financially stable.)
Honestly, I've always blanked out when someone was giving me life advice. I think the most I've ever listened is when two musicians on the street told me to follow my dreams, and I lived by it for a while till some sucky things happened. I'm getting back on track, though.
I couldn't think of a new name for myself. Maybe something like Evangeline? I've always thought that name was pretty.
I'm most proud of the fact that I always seem to pull through bad situations. I honestly don't know how I manage to do it.