Nov 15:
I talked to Claudia today. She met a guy at school. His name is Bret, he's 20 years old and a Junior. According to Claud he is "Japanese, tall and gorgeous". What more could she want? She says that of course he's an artist too, and they hang out and go to museums and drink coffee. Very artsy. Then Claud says to me, "I'll bring pictures at Thanksgiving." Oops. I forgot to tell her that I'd be spending Thanksgiving in New York. She didn't take it too badly when I told her, and she said that she has some extra time because Thanksgiving is on a Thursday, and she doesn't leave until Sunday morning, so she might take the train up here to see me. That would rock, because I REALLY want to see Claudia. The other BSC members too, but mostly Claud. Not that I don't want to spend time with Dad and Samantha- I do, it would just be nice to see my friends over the break. Plus, Sam is going home to be with his family, so I'll be all alone in the city. Oh well, I guess there's always Christmas Break.
Nov 18:
I am so bummed. Remember that friend of mine, Phil? The really cute guy from my math class? Well okay- he hasn't been to class in like, a month. I was getting really worried about him. I mean, we weren't THAT close, but we'd gone for coffee a few times, and besides, it wasn't like him to miss class that much. So I tried emailing him, and calling his cell phone, and I got no response. I mean, what if he got depressed again and did something drastic? Or if he was messed up with drugs again? Well FINALLY yesterday I got an email from. He said that he had gotten in a huge car accident, and was in the hospital. He just got home, and was in a wheelchair. He said he probably wouldn't be able to walk again until after Christmas. I was like, Holy Shit! I felt so bad for him. But what can you do? These things happen. I am dying to hear the details of the accident, but so far he hasn't responded to my emails. So I'll guess we'll see.
Nov. 20:
Baby-sitting for Rachael again. It's weird- baby-sitting used to be such a HUGE part of my life, and now, except for Rachael, I hardly ever do it. In fact, ever since I moved back to NYC my Junior year in high school, I never really babysat anymore, except for Henry and Grace, a couple of little kids in my old apartment building. I guess that's just part of life, and how people change though. Like the BSC- in eighth grade we were all so interested in it- Kristy, Claudia, MaryAnne, Dawn, Abby, Mallory, Jessi and I. But after we graduated from SMS, the BSC disbanded. Frankly, I wasn't too upset. I wanted to concentrate on my schoolwork and stuff. I don't think Claudia cared either- she had more time for her art. Kristy on the other hand, was heartbroken. MaryAnne was kind of upset about it too. They still babysat for some of our clients even after we broke up. I don't know what changed with me and Claudia… it just didn't interest us anymore. I mean, I still like little kids, and I love Rachael, but I was never as enthusiastic about babysitting again. I joined Math Team and Cheerleading at SHS, and that was more interesting to me. Then by my Junior Year I missed New York so terribly that I moved back to live with Dad and Samantha. I was never as close with any of the BSC members then, except for Claudia. It's kind of sad in a way, but life moves on. Oh- Rachael's crying. I better go!
Nov.25:
I met the most interesting girl on the subway today. She's a freshman at NYU, like me. Her name is Sarah, and she's originally from Staten Island. Her family moved to Manhattan two years ago. Sarah is the oldest of five girls, and they live in a three-bedroom apartment uptown. But that's not the interesting part. Sarah is only sixteen years old. She's an incredibly bright girl who finished high school in just three years (she was also skipped ahead in third grade). Anyway, she got into NYU at 16, and is now studying psychology. She says she wants to get her PhD and become a clinical psychologist for children with anxiety and mood disorders. When I first saw her, she was sitting reading Freud. A 16 year old who reads Freud on the subway. Geez- when I was 16 I was concerned with boys and nail polish and shopping. But not Sarah. Oh, the other interesting thing about Sarah is that her family is conservative Jewish. That means that they aren't real strict like the Orthodox Jews, but they do keep that Sabbath and Kosher laws, unlike Reforms (which is what Abby's family was). I've always found the Jewish religion interesting, especially since I wasn't raised religious. So anyway, Sarah and I exchanged phone numbers, and we are planning to get together sometime. I'm pretty excited- not only is Sarah really smart, but she has an incredible fashion sense, and so we are going to go shopping together in SoHo!
Nov.27:
The day before Thanksgiving. Yuck- today (Wednesday) is my first day of official Thanksgiving break, and what am I doing with it? Cleaning. Apparently Samantha invited her parents, James and Shirley Young of Jersey, to our apartment for Thanksgiving dinner. Also, she apparently did this without asking my Dad first. Not a good idea- so Dad comes home from work, Sam breaks the news to him, and Dad gets all pissed off. So now Dad is at work, and I am scrubbing the toilets and sinks. Real fair, huh? Sam screws up, and Dad punishes me. Oh well. I'm hoping the smoke will clear by tomorrow so that we can have a nice holiday.
Nov.28:
Well, it's Turkey Day. Luckily, Dad and Samantha have made up. Dad brought home roses, and everything is hunky dory. So the day started off with the four of us watching the Macy's parade (which I was in when I was six years old, by the way), and then Samantha started the turkey. Sam's parents arrived around 1pm, they are actually pretty nice. At Dad and Samantha's wedding Shirley called me her "step-granddaughter", which was pretty nice, considering my real grandparents are all dead. Dad was in a good mood too, because he likes Sam's parents. So it was a typical "family" Thanksgiving- the Youngs fawning over Rachael, a tasty dinner (Samantha is a good cook), and afterwards we all sat by the fireplace eating our pumpkin pie. I don't think I've had anything this close to a traditional family holiday since the divorce. It was actually pretty nice.
I talked to Claudia today. She met a guy at school. His name is Bret, he's 20 years old and a Junior. According to Claud he is "Japanese, tall and gorgeous". What more could she want? She says that of course he's an artist too, and they hang out and go to museums and drink coffee. Very artsy. Then Claud says to me, "I'll bring pictures at Thanksgiving." Oops. I forgot to tell her that I'd be spending Thanksgiving in New York. She didn't take it too badly when I told her, and she said that she has some extra time because Thanksgiving is on a Thursday, and she doesn't leave until Sunday morning, so she might take the train up here to see me. That would rock, because I REALLY want to see Claudia. The other BSC members too, but mostly Claud. Not that I don't want to spend time with Dad and Samantha- I do, it would just be nice to see my friends over the break. Plus, Sam is going home to be with his family, so I'll be all alone in the city. Oh well, I guess there's always Christmas Break.
Nov 18:
I am so bummed. Remember that friend of mine, Phil? The really cute guy from my math class? Well okay- he hasn't been to class in like, a month. I was getting really worried about him. I mean, we weren't THAT close, but we'd gone for coffee a few times, and besides, it wasn't like him to miss class that much. So I tried emailing him, and calling his cell phone, and I got no response. I mean, what if he got depressed again and did something drastic? Or if he was messed up with drugs again? Well FINALLY yesterday I got an email from. He said that he had gotten in a huge car accident, and was in the hospital. He just got home, and was in a wheelchair. He said he probably wouldn't be able to walk again until after Christmas. I was like, Holy Shit! I felt so bad for him. But what can you do? These things happen. I am dying to hear the details of the accident, but so far he hasn't responded to my emails. So I'll guess we'll see.
Nov. 20:
Baby-sitting for Rachael again. It's weird- baby-sitting used to be such a HUGE part of my life, and now, except for Rachael, I hardly ever do it. In fact, ever since I moved back to NYC my Junior year in high school, I never really babysat anymore, except for Henry and Grace, a couple of little kids in my old apartment building. I guess that's just part of life, and how people change though. Like the BSC- in eighth grade we were all so interested in it- Kristy, Claudia, MaryAnne, Dawn, Abby, Mallory, Jessi and I. But after we graduated from SMS, the BSC disbanded. Frankly, I wasn't too upset. I wanted to concentrate on my schoolwork and stuff. I don't think Claudia cared either- she had more time for her art. Kristy on the other hand, was heartbroken. MaryAnne was kind of upset about it too. They still babysat for some of our clients even after we broke up. I don't know what changed with me and Claudia… it just didn't interest us anymore. I mean, I still like little kids, and I love Rachael, but I was never as enthusiastic about babysitting again. I joined Math Team and Cheerleading at SHS, and that was more interesting to me. Then by my Junior Year I missed New York so terribly that I moved back to live with Dad and Samantha. I was never as close with any of the BSC members then, except for Claudia. It's kind of sad in a way, but life moves on. Oh- Rachael's crying. I better go!
Nov.25:
I met the most interesting girl on the subway today. She's a freshman at NYU, like me. Her name is Sarah, and she's originally from Staten Island. Her family moved to Manhattan two years ago. Sarah is the oldest of five girls, and they live in a three-bedroom apartment uptown. But that's not the interesting part. Sarah is only sixteen years old. She's an incredibly bright girl who finished high school in just three years (she was also skipped ahead in third grade). Anyway, she got into NYU at 16, and is now studying psychology. She says she wants to get her PhD and become a clinical psychologist for children with anxiety and mood disorders. When I first saw her, she was sitting reading Freud. A 16 year old who reads Freud on the subway. Geez- when I was 16 I was concerned with boys and nail polish and shopping. But not Sarah. Oh, the other interesting thing about Sarah is that her family is conservative Jewish. That means that they aren't real strict like the Orthodox Jews, but they do keep that Sabbath and Kosher laws, unlike Reforms (which is what Abby's family was). I've always found the Jewish religion interesting, especially since I wasn't raised religious. So anyway, Sarah and I exchanged phone numbers, and we are planning to get together sometime. I'm pretty excited- not only is Sarah really smart, but she has an incredible fashion sense, and so we are going to go shopping together in SoHo!
Nov.27:
The day before Thanksgiving. Yuck- today (Wednesday) is my first day of official Thanksgiving break, and what am I doing with it? Cleaning. Apparently Samantha invited her parents, James and Shirley Young of Jersey, to our apartment for Thanksgiving dinner. Also, she apparently did this without asking my Dad first. Not a good idea- so Dad comes home from work, Sam breaks the news to him, and Dad gets all pissed off. So now Dad is at work, and I am scrubbing the toilets and sinks. Real fair, huh? Sam screws up, and Dad punishes me. Oh well. I'm hoping the smoke will clear by tomorrow so that we can have a nice holiday.
Nov.28:
Well, it's Turkey Day. Luckily, Dad and Samantha have made up. Dad brought home roses, and everything is hunky dory. So the day started off with the four of us watching the Macy's parade (which I was in when I was six years old, by the way), and then Samantha started the turkey. Sam's parents arrived around 1pm, they are actually pretty nice. At Dad and Samantha's wedding Shirley called me her "step-granddaughter", which was pretty nice, considering my real grandparents are all dead. Dad was in a good mood too, because he likes Sam's parents. So it was a typical "family" Thanksgiving- the Youngs fawning over Rachael, a tasty dinner (Samantha is a good cook), and afterwards we all sat by the fireplace eating our pumpkin pie. I don't think I've had anything this close to a traditional family holiday since the divorce. It was actually pretty nice.