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Stasia
Legacy Name: Stasia

The Lilac Pherret
Owner: Nuclear

Age: 21 years, 1 month, 3 weeks

Born: January 21st, 2005

Adopted: 21 years, 1 month, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: January 21st, 2005 (Legacy)

Statistics

• Level: 1,181
   
• Strength: 2,962
   
• Defense: 2,969
   
• Speed: 2,992
   
• Health: 2,951
   
• HP: 2,951/2,951
   
• Intelligence: 2,373
   
• Books Read: 2007
• Food Eaten: 38
• Job: Hotel Chain Owner

Rose: 1 strength, 1 defense || crystal: 1 strength, 1 health || shampoo: 1 defense, 1 speed || orb: 1 speed || soap: 1-3 speed

This pet was me, but I have changed so much since I first created her (10+ years now!).
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It was 2005. No one talked to me outside of high school. I took AP classes. I got straight As. I would stay at school late because it was better than home. I thought it was normal for your step-parent to hate you and make up nonsense rules like not being allowed to go to the bathroom or eat. Subeta, homework, reading, and MMORPGs were my escapes. I frequently dyed my hair blue/purple.

I graduated HS in 2007 and started college immediately. Step-parent was out of the picture. I excelled in college, but continued to have no friends. I didn't really have any hobbies other than videogames and taking care of my new ferrets. I worked at a pizza place on the side to pay for college and save up for Spain.

While chatting online in 2009, I met Marc. We traded phone numbers, and within 2 months of "meeting", I had my very first plane trip up to see him in person. There was 1,200 miles between us. And then in the summer, I went to Spain. I wasn't good at much, but I felt like I was going somewhere in life. Like maybe I could make friends and do well in my hobbies. At the end of 2009, Marc broke up with me because of the distance.

2010. I took a swing dancing course. I was horrible, but at least it was something to do. I still hadn't found my niche. I stopped taking Spanish. The head of the language department told the whole class that we were awful and would never be fluent in Spanish. My mom suddenly got ill and had to go to the hospital regularly.

Friends finally became a thing in my life around 2011. Rick taught me how to crochet. I became a crochet maniac, playing with yarn whenever I had a chance. I played dungeons and dragons/pathfinder. I felt fulfilled. For my college graduation, I went up to see Marc and we got back together, despite our distance. We dated apart for over a year, traveling up and down the East coast. I began taking classes to become a teacher. I quit my job at the pizza place and started substituting. I had to cut off my hair and stop dying it.

I try to forget 2013. My mother passed away in February. My friends helped me through that time. I ate as a way of grieving, and became fond of sushi. Marc moved down to live with me. I was job hunting for months without luck until I settled for a school 30 minutes away. I began teaching kindergarten, knowing my mother would've been proud of me. I no longer had time for crochet, but school became my life again.

2016. My hobbies have expanded out to raising monarch butterflies. Marc proposed to me in January. I had a solid friend group and was relatively happy. My grandparents stopped talking to me and I cut off ties from them. I began to notice that my size 0 pants couldn't fit anymore...

2017 I married Marc in July and released my hand-raised monarch butterflies! We went to Japan for our honeymoon, which was so fucking cool and delicious. Work is taxing and takes a lot away from the home life. I want time to knit and crochet again. I am protesting with other teachers by working the contract hours, 7:15am-3:45pm. No longer will I stay at work, unpaid, until 6 or 7pm. All of my ferrets passed away, and I gained a new dog, Dusty.

2018 Florida teacher protests aren't gaining momentum like other states (we have different laws, we could lose our pensions and job completely if we go on strike), but I am glad to see action being taken in our country (and in others!). I am preparing to get pregnant next year. Marc and I have cleaned up the spare room to make into a little human area. I am exercising and taking vitamins. I am excited to begin a new experience.

2019 Positive pregnancy test July 1st! Due March 2020.

2020 A small human was extracted from my uterus on March 3rd. A healthy male, 6lbs, 12 oz. I do not want motherhood to be a large part of my identity. I am still a person, albeit more tired. I moved from the school I taught at for 7 years to one closer to my house. The commute is much nicer, and I am able to spend more time with my family. Unfortunately, I had to teach in-person. I was given the special-needs kindergarten class with a full-time aide, which was a blessing and a curse. The teacher assistant was the curse, honestly.

2021 My family has survived the global pandemic, so far. Half of our house flooded and is under renovations to remove the water damage. The small human is gaining language, though he calls everything "dad". My size 0 pants fit again, even with constantly eating.

2022 Why am I so tired all the time?! My life is all about being an adult. I legally own my house. Got a new roof. Incredibly boring. I was voted Teacher of the Year at my school site, though I don't know how much longer I can stand being a teacher. I'm damn good at my job, but the pay isn't worth the stress.

2023 I keep having dreams about ferrets. I miss them. Slight career change! I am now a K-2 academic interventionist. I will be working closely to build foundational skills for students who struggle with reading. It's a lot less stressful than being a kindergarten teacher, and I am loving my job again. I'm having a lot of emotions about my body not being the size I was comfortable with all my life. Nothing fits anymore and I just keep getting bigger.

2024 Started new hobbies this year; face painting and quails. It is so much fun. I feel like I can be myself again. I read 68 books this year that weren't at a kindergarten-level. Family went on an Alaskan cruise in the summer. Survived Hurricane Helene and Milton - the scariest hurricane I've ever experienced in my 35 years of living in FL. Cried when Trump won again.

2025 Planning on being a surrogate for a co-worker, started IVF medication in January and am scheduled for the embryo transfer in February. Absolutely terrified of the fascist regime that is America. I don't know what to do. Either I stay in the US and be complacent, which is no better than the actual magas, or leave the country, which no one wants us anyways. The only good thing is that survival is a choice for my family, others are not as privileged.

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