In no particular order:
- I've gotten a university professor to say "fuck" in class--cheerfully, loudly and repeatedly.
- I wrote to Equinox magazine as a child and received a return letter from John Theberge.
- I sang Flanders and Swann's "Ill Wind" at a coffeehouse. Unfortunately, it didn't go so well.
- I impressed/freaked out a folk duo (by knowing the words to all of the songs in their set) to such an extent that they gave my family a free copy of their only record we didn't have.
- I've intentionally stayed up all night in a university music building to practice and finish an essay, brought face wipes and a change of clothing and a toothbrush, and attended classes the next day without going home.
- I learned accordion in order to play it in the orchestra for Fiddler on the Roof.
- I attended so many shows at the first Toronto Improv Festival that I was given free admission to the last show and interviewed for feedback for the artistic director. (Yes, I went to these shows alone. I did have a really nice conversation with Andy Bush at one point though.)
- I've been to an arts camp that was evacuated because one of the cabins burnt down.
- I've voluntarily opted to read the Bible in a cabin rather than attend a dance party. (This took place at the same arts camp. I sat as far away from the speakers as possible, complained about the noise and said I had a headache until they finally let me leave. I wasn't allowed to go back to my own cabin, however, but had to sit in the director's cabin. My little Gideons New Testament was nicely portable.)
- I've collected maple sap, snowshoed, chopped wood, carded and spun wool, collected eggs from chickens, ridden a pony (weekly), and acted as ringleader of a circus... at school. It was an alternative school that, much to my dismay, only went from kindergarten to Grade 3.