1) I have run the Boston Marathon.

2) My family has both hosted a dinner for and been spied on by Gnassingbé Eyadéma, the late president/military dictator of Togo.

3) I've failed three math classes throughout my college career.

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**Update II: (1) is the lie.  I have run the Montreal marathon, but the Boston one is waaaaayyyy beyond me right now.  

(2) My dad worked for the foreign service and my mom is an epidemiologist/psychologist; we lived in Lome for almost two years.  During the "elections," my dad and some others had to have a little chat with Mr. Eyadema, on behalf of the U.S., about how his party and military were conducting themselves, so they hosted him and his ridiculous entourage at our house.  A week later, there were some guys in sunglasses fixing a car in front of our house--for eight months.  Oh, and we'd also come home to find books on the table instead of the shelf, or the toilet seat up; they liked to make their presence known.  One time they took our mosquito nets and unplugged the air conditioner--that was some bullshit.  We liked to fuck with them, too, though, and we could because of the whole diplomatic immunity thing.  This is sort of gross, but one morning my brother and I took turns pooping in the same toilet, the one they always used, and left it there.  Our parents were furious, but we never came home to find the seat up again.  So yeah, fuck dictatorships.  I'm surprised no one thought this was the lie; I found it the least credible of the whole lot.

(3) Sigh.  I first failed calculus at the CEGEP I went to for what would have been my senior year of high school; it was the first semester, and I was so enamored of being away from home and allowed into bars that I got carried away, and also my French was rusty and the Quebec accent was completely different so I didn't understand my teacher or textbook very well.  I retook it in the spring, when all the wildness was out and I was by now fluent in that odd but lovely dialect.  Then my mom told me that I should take intro biostatistics for a math credit in my first year of uni; that failed miserably and I realized that as much as I admire her, I'm just not going to be my mom when I grow up, and that's okay.  Then, I failed calc. II when I took it over the summer; that is by far one of the hardest math courses at my school, and I'd signed up for an 8 AM lecture over the summer.  I dicked around, broke up with my boyfriend, moped, and couldn't master eight chapters worth of difficult material in eight weeks (two, really, considering how much I drank that summer).  So then I retook calc II in the fall and kicked its ass, and continued to kick ass all the way through probability theory.  My real analysis final is in two weeks though, so here's hoping I don't bring that number up to four.

So there you go, two truths and one lie.