Nancy Clancy:  

THEN I had a rough early childhood. I recall my father trying to break into the house to hurt my mother. I was two years old and screaming because the police were coming to kill my Daddy. We moved to 8 states in 6 years before we settled in Newton as he chased us around the USA. I always wanted to be a nun when I grew up. My family and friends thought that was a ridiculous idea. As it turns out, they were sorta-right. I flunked out of cloistered nunhood after a few years. My first job was at Okemo Bakery, where I got paid $1.05/hr. to sell pastry. What I remember most about it is having a pastry fight with some kids from school. I got fired the next day. My oldest friend was Michelina Lencioni. I met her when we were 7 and stayed in the same class from third grade to 10th grade. I never found out what happened to her after grade 11. I would hope to be remembered as kind and fun and loyal. But I think I am truly remembered as being mean and clique. People from my past who I'd most like to see again is Andrea, MIchelina, Bill, Donna, Nita, because they were kind and had fascinating gifts. My bad: I made-out with an older male student in the custodian's room quite often during a year or two. One day the custodian came in and ALL of us screeched and ran! Never got caught (is that something to brag about)? Sr. Dorothy was my favorite teacher. She was fun and kind and laughed a lot. She liked spending time with her students. My heroes are: my mother, MLK, Jr., many saints (too many to name), Mother Teresa, (oh, I know I am leaving someone out...) Desmond Tutu, Nelson Mandela, Elizabeth of Russia. My first crush has disappeared into the ethers. He asked someone else out to the Junior Prom. Oh, well. At least I was selected as princess! I went to Boston College after SHS. I lived in apartments. Hated dorms -- way too noisy and smoky. Catholic COlleges don't allow the Greek system. Ohio University was FULL of dorms -- way too immature. Summer college job: taking 5 20ish, developmentally delayed guys for recreation every day. One had a fetish for shoes. When we went bowling someone would "lose" a show. We would find him in the men's room....enjoying the shoe. Ewwwww. One of the others was terrified of birds. We had to carry a cage containing "Midge the Pidge" with us wherever we went. However, he still flipped out in the middle of the city screaming and jumping when he saw a bir...Expand for more