Marva Smith Koppel:
CLASS OF 1987
West Jefferson High SchoolClass of 1987
Harvey, LA
Loyola UniversityClass of 1991
New orleans, LA
Helen Cox Junior High SchoolClass of 1983
Harvey, LA
William Hart Elementary SchoolClass of 1981
Gretna, LA
Adolf Meyer Elementary SchoolClass of 1979
Algiers, LA
Marva's Story
Life
My Pets
I have an 8 1/2 year old vicious attack Siamese mix named Stone Marie(RIP 05/12/92 - 08/22/2004)and a 3 year old Tortoise shell named Sacred James (Now aged 10). She's not the shiniest coin in the fountain, but she's real cute.
My Job
I write business periodical abstracts for a database software company. It involves very loud music, some dancing when I think no one is looking, and as little social interaction as can be possible. I also research all acquired publications for content, usually via the internet.
I would most like to see Ms. Schaffner (aka Farelly), Mr. Dunn, and Mr. Chalona.
Hopefully, my first crush died screaming like a six year old girl, choking to death on his own blood and bile, as he wet and defecated himself in abject agony. I guess it's best I never know what happened to him. I'm sure I'd be disappointed.
Trey Beurger and I used to get passes to go to the bathroom, and then we'd just drive off. Anything wilder was a form of passive aggression and a cry for help, I'm sure.
I can't say I had a lot of friends at West Jeff. I pretty much stayed tight with Angel, and only passed time with anyone else. I found out later that an awful lot of people seemed to think they knew ME, though, but I'll never understand how or why I would be the subject of a heated discussion amongst people I didn't know or care about. I thank Adrian Johnson for always sticking up for me, though.
To be truly happy, I would be living in the suburban areas surrounding Toronto, or upstate New York, or in south eastern Ireland, or southern Mexico. I would be practicing Archiva...Expand for more
l Science, which I am working on, my child would be spoiled more rotten than usual, and my husband would be a kept man.
Honestly, my biggest surprise about how my life turned out is that I am still alive, and actually rather happy about it. Plus, no one seems to have found any of the bodies.
My only do over for high school would be to never have dated anyone from my own high school. Shudder, Yuck, Eww and Ick. Or college. That was a bad idea, too.
I've never had any particularly weird jobs. I have standards. They may be low, but I still have them.
I was born in California, moved to New Orleans when I was 6, moved to Mississippi when I was 9, moved back to New Orleans when I was 10. We moved round a lot because my mother is nutty and my father indulged her, so I have lived all over the Westbank, Metarie, and Uptown. In my senior year at Loyola, my father passed away, and I came to California to live with my mother AKA Nutty McNutty con Queso. Then she pissed me off one time too many and I went to live with my little brother in the Mojave Desert. I'd have ditched this ride 9 years ago, but lo and behold, here comes Mr. Wonderful, and despite his questionable gene pool (which I refer to as the Murky Drunken Hobbit Gene Pool), here I still am. It's hard to walk away from a grown man that can do an Iron Cross with no gymnastic background AND maintain the ability to throw me over his shoulder and walk away right in the middle of one of my hissy fits. California is an awesome place to visit, but I gotta get my kid out of here before the M-13s come looking to recruit new members.
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