Well, who could forget about the Seksy twins.
My high school boyfriend's birthday is April 11, and my middle school best friend's number is still swimming around in my head. I keep thinking there must be useful info that could take the place of the useless.
I can't forget that September 5th is the S-sky twins' birthday is September 5th
At least not before the end of the sentence.
My elementary school best friend's birthday is August 16, 1977. That is also the day Elvis died.
September 5th is the S-sky twins' birthday is September 5th
I think she's saying it's symmetrically stored in both halves of her brain.
The baby's birthday is also that day, as well as the birthday of the daughter of a cow-orker. Since the baby doesn't know what a birthday is, no party, we're just getting some ice cream for the bigger kids. Sucks to be the last of many.
4- Aug. 16 is my dad. WHAT ARE THE CHANCES OF SO MANY PEOPLE HAVING A COMMON BIRTHDAY!?!?
I think I remember one or two things about most people they would not expect me to remember. At least from time to time I think of someone, a contemporary, and it springs to mind that they (oh let's use an actual example) had to see a school psychiatrist for writing the lyrics to AC/DC's "problem child" on the back of a test in middle school, and I think "they would probably be disconcerted to know that I remember this." My memory has taken such a dive, though. It's probably not true anymore.
A couple of years ago someone sent me a friend request on Facebook. I didn't recognise the name or face so clicked to see a bit more information in case that helped, saw her birthday was 4th November and realised it was someone I was at primary school with, who had presumably changed her surname when she got married. Either that or I made friends with a complete stranger.
My high school year organised a reunion a few years back, and have a Facebook group. I didn't go, but looking at the photos and list of names, I remember at most 6 of them. OK, there were approximately 325 people in the year, but still, that's some poor remembering. Either that or the people who go to reunions aren't the same sort of people I was friends with. And I wasn't a freakish outsider at high school. Not one of the cool kids, or anything, but a fairly ordinarily socially active person.
And yet, I remember entire conversations almost verbatim, and have a freakish memory for trivia.
One of these days, one of the songs that's been stuck in my head since the mid-90s is going to be out of there. Out, damned "Someday I Suppose"!
the S-sky twins
My first cousins seven times removed!
6: And one of my kids. Clearly we have entered the Twilight Zone.
11 - I was the youngest in the class, and she was the next youngest, so there's an almost understandable reason for her birthday sticking in my mind.
My twelve year old told me today that it was probably pointless taking him on holiday, or doing nice things, because he could barely remember anything that had ever happened to him.
There's an explanatory box discussing the Remainder Theorem on page 531 of the textbook used in my high school's second-year algebra class. I hope you will find this information useful.