Sentences with phrase «remember sitting in»

I have two small red chairs from our church nursery from when I was a little one, I even remember sitting in those chose.

When we moved in to this house, I remember sitting in it with all of our boxes (at 8 months pregnant) and thinking «what the hell did we just do»?

I remember sitting in a conference room of my then - employer in the mid-90s, and having a technology committee member proclaim that he would never communicate with his clients via email!

I remember sitting in my office with the door shut and not wanting to speak with anyone.

I remember seeing the Eddie Murphy [film] Delirious -LSB-...] and I remember sitting in the audience and thinking, «Oh, gay - bashing has entered into the public domain as being acceptable.»

Anyway, I remember sitting in my office crying, and Jean - Michel comes into the gallery, which he loved to do.

Ms. Sobel accepted the award with thanks and appreciation as well as a few words on The Great Hall; «I remember sitting in this space as a prospective student with my parents, as an accepted student by myself and with my peers... and also last year for the announcement of tuition, so this space is deeply meaningful to me and also very bittersweet.»

RR: I remember sitting in Tate Britain with you in the early Nineties when you and I went to see the Jackson Pollock show and you and I were sat in front of «Full Fathom Five» for a good twenty minutes.

I remember sitting in the basement of the Whitney Museum a few years back, thinking it was a weird place for an event featuring the funky bards of the Nuyorican Poet's Cafe.

I went to a strict Catholic grade school and I remember sitting in class or church and imagining a body - sized bubble floating in and picking me up.

I remember sitting in a room with my friends and our computers ready to go, falling asleep as the minutes ticked by.

Now, moving on, do you remember sitting in school when you were a kid and being forced to endure one of the first great attempts at videogame edutainment, The Oregon Trail?

I remember sitting in Avanzino's former office, on the corner of 16th Street and Alabama, late in the evenings, talking about what needed to be done, how to push the envelope further, how to respond to some dishonest claim by HSUS or the ASPCA, how to protect a feral colony under attack by the National Park Service.

Do you remember sitting in my car when the auction was over?

I've been doing this since 2000, and I can't ever remember sitting in interviews with candidates for veterinary positions and being blown away like this.»

I remember sitting in my intermediate macroeconomics class at Johns Hopkins, when the Professor was trying to develop the concept of the Phillips Curve, which posits a trade - off between labor unemp...

I also remember sitting in the schools financial aid office before applying and they assured me private school would cost the same as a university but have more benefits.

I remember sitting in an equity analysis class is grad school and scratching my head at how I was supposed to arrive at all of the assumptions required for a discounted cash flow model, and I was not alone.

I still remember sitting in one of my college accounting classes and my professor announcing that we were going to talk about credit cards that day.

I remember sitting in one such meeting, and as the sandwich platter moved around the boardroom table, I wondered why we couldn't create brands from scratch, i.e. use our resources to turn unknown authors into names readers recognised.

I remember sitting in the audience at the Edgar Symposium right after Barry Eisler signed with Thomas & Mercer.

I remember sitting in a seminar where an individual from Bowker discussed the concept of anchoring.

I remember sitting in front of TV, practically twitching as the ending credits to Guiding Light rolled by, whining, «Is it coming on now, Mom?»

I remember sitting in my office in New York — I worked then for New York's Economic Development Corporation, a city agency — and thinking that radical Muslim terrorists had gone too far (my first weeks in America had been defined by terror too; I emigrated a week after 9/11).

Twelve years ago, I remember sitting in class, listening to the AM bulletin of available scholarships — all for minorities.

The more mature (ahem, in age) among us will remember sitting in a sad conference room, watching an onboarding or safety video on VHS.

I vividly remember sitting in my classroom with my teaching coach, ready to begin my second year of teaching.

«I can remember sitting in those chairs when I was thinking about applying,» says Baylor, who studies the transition of high school students to college.

«I remember sitting in my first - hour government class, which I would have had to miss to hear Griffin,» Mr. Nathan said in a recent interview,...

I remember sitting in the studio & helping to paint the pieces.

I remember sitting in my grandparents» living room playing the Nintendo game for HOURS.

I remember sitting in a restaurant with lacy socks on, tugging at them constantly because I didn't want them on my feet.

I remember sitting in my apartment in college.

For Texas State, I remember sitting in a huge room with all of the PNMs (Potential New Members) and the room was always so cold!

I vividly remember sitting in the doctor's office waiting for the lab results while my mom read a magazine.

I remember sitting in my doctor's office, the crinkly hygienic paper under my butt, tears streaming down my face as my doctor told me I had to stop running — my heart wasn't capable of handling the stress.

In my younger days, I remember sitting in front of the television mesmerized by athletes competing in The World's Strongest Man, wondering how they pulled off such amazing feats of strength that mere mortals could only dream of.

I can well remember sitting in a geology lecture ten years ago, shortly after Walter and Luis Alvarez had announced that the dinosaurs had been wiped out by a massive asteroidal impact.

«I remember sitting in my living room watching this supernova, and the whole room filled with light.»

I remember sitting in one of my last childbirth classes, where the instructor touched on starting the basics of breastfeeding and how important lactation consultants are during the first few days after delivery.

Remember sitting in an awkward high school sex education class, just wishing the teacher would stop talking?

I distinctly remember sitting in the passenger seat of my ’97 Pontiac Firebird as my husband drove to the obstetrician's office.

H1N1 was the big health scare at the time, and I vividly remember sitting in front of the television bawling my eyes out because I was sure that my son was going to get H1N1 and die because I could not nurse him.

I remember sitting in the nursery and literally crying when my son latched on because it was so painful.

I remember sitting in the «new baby care» class at the hospital with my second, and the instructor basically turning the class into a lecture about how if you give your baby formula you're uncaring and wrong and setting up your baby for a lifetime of misery and inadequacy etc. etc..

I remember sitting in the same section at a Sabres / Pens game in Buffalo near a fellow darker skinned person.

I remember sitting in the pouring rain in ’93 against Illinois and thinking they were calling his name a lot.

I remember sitting in a confused daze in my grandmother's kitchen as my blonde - haired, blue - eyed cousin spouted gibberish.

I remember sitting in class, savoring the tiny morsel of fish I had just sampled, my eyes closed and my tastebuds alive with the taste of fish, desperately trying to commit it to memory.

I remember sitting in a Bible study with Amy who debated with me over the meaning of the word «salvation.»