Stuff you may or may not have known…
My name is Carly Bishop. My middle name is Nicole. I’m 20 years old, which means I was born during 1984. I know someone who graduated from high school that year.
I grew up in southern California. I was nine when we moved. It was the summer of 1993 and my dad had a new job at Microsoft. Our dog’s name was “Yogi” and he was a chocolate labrador.
We lived in an apartment for the first month that we lived in Washington. We had to wait for our things to arrive in the moving trucks. We moved into our new house in August, which was originally a peachy-white colour, but we painted it blue a few years later. The property was shy of one acre, but four times larger than our property in Long Beach.
In the fall, I started fourth grade at Bear Creek Elementary school. My teacher’s name was Mr. Ross. Our class was split into two groups, the “Dragons” and the “Dinosaurs”. I was named the leader of the Dragons for the first week of school and I let our group go to recess first because we were the quietest group. But Leah was a Dinosaur and she was mad at me. One week later, we sat next to each other on the bus and we almost always sat together after that.
My brother will be 17 in August and my sister will be 23 in August. I was born in January. My parents were married in September of 1979, so they have been married for 25 years. They run a dog training business together and they were recently named “Seattle’s Best Bet for Your Pet” in Seattle Magazine. They have four dogs of their own, all labradors, and their names are “Betty/Magic”, “Boomer”, “Moose”, and “Zoom”.
I graduated from high school in 2002. I sat between my two best friends, Leah and Stephanie, in the front row of our Commencement. Our gowns were white. It was more fun than people would have thought.
I love to travel. I like airports and to meet different people there. O’Hare International Airport in Chicago is my favourite airport. It has cool lights and fun trance music that plays while you walk to your gate. I took a picture of it. I get to visit O’Hare again next Wednesday.
Leah is making Lietuvian food at her house tonight. I’m a picky eater. I hope I like the food. Otherwise, I’ll feel bad.