HeyJaredNancy Davis
My Substack is where I share true stories and thoughts about my life with Multiple Sclerosis.
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Because (opens the original)
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I was an incredibly average student throughout my entire school career. In junior high and high school, I got mostly B’s and a few A’s, but honestly I didn’t try very hard. When I say I didn’t try hard, I’m not trying to say that I was smart and therefore didn’t put in much effort to get those grades, and I’m not trying to paint myself as dumb and suggest that I had to work really hard to get them. Seriously, I was just average in the most placid way.<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img"
Stars (opens the original)
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In a small town, there weren’t a lot of options for sports teams for kids to join. The most common were soccer teams or softball ones. My sister had been on softball teams from a young age, and so when I was old enough to join a team sport, softball was the direction I went in, too. I wish I could drive home to you what an average student I was. I didn’t achieve very high grades, I had mid- to low-B’s in almost all my classes. I auditioned for a role in a play in Grade Eight, which I wasn’t cast
The Imaginary Friend (opens the original)
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Starting kindergarten can be intimidating, and having to take the bus to school can make it even more so. I grew up out of town, and taking the bus to school was mandatory. Walking or riding my bike wasn’t an option, and it was too far out of the way for my parents to drive me every day. I went to a school quite far away from where I lived until the third grade. In kindergarten, I rode a short yellow bus with a much-beloved bus driver named Frank, who would sing silly songs to the children as he
Crapshoot (opens the original)
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When I was a kid, we made a trip to Richmond, BC to visit my grandparents. At least once a year, they would come visit us too, and we would swap spending holidays at our home in the mountains for theirs on the coast. Grandma and Grandpa lived in an apartment complex not far from the docks, and sometimes we would go take walks along the beach. This close proximity to the ocean didn’t in any way give me warm feelings towards it because there was always a lingering fishy smell that I just couldn’t
Kissing Mary's Rat (opens the original)
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In 2019, I went on a trip with my two good friends to the United Kingdom. It was so exciting for me to go because Alison had gone on several trips with our friend Mat, and I had so wished I could go too. But as many of their trips were during the worst of my MS saga and uncertain times, it wasn’t a possibility. I hadn’t been sure if travel would be in the cards for me; there are so many aspects to travelling in a foreign country that I just can’t tackle alone. I have been so lucky that Alison ha
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