My sister moved back into her dorm yesterday. Now, it is just my little brother and I here. Next year he will move into his dorm, and it will be Gabrielle and I living at home. We are all so old. I finished my first LSAT practice, timed, test. I scored a 131. Personally, for… Continue reading The School Year Has Started
Month: August 2015
A New Path
When I was a college freshman, I had this crazy dream of going to Law School. Somewhere between May 2011 and the Spring semester of my sophomore year, I decided to surrender that dream to the anxiety-ridden brain, inside my skull, that was screaming "Law School??!!! Is she crazy? We will be lucky to graduate… Continue reading A New Path
Baby Eagle Spreads His Wings
My brother is a Boy Scout. He is currently working on his Eagle Project which involves painting five rooms inside the St. Vincent de Paul Food Pantry, in Elmont, New York. The rooms were white, to begin with, and now we have gone a shade darker this time, to quote Frasier. It's a mess, and there… Continue reading Baby Eagle Spreads His Wings
Fifteen minutes and it is 3 a.m.
My poor boy is sick. I feel just awful that I am all the way in New York, when I am clearly needed in Connecticut. Poor Zachary. I really hope that he gets well soon because nothing is worse than being sick, except for being sick in the summer. The reason I am writing is… Continue reading Fifteen minutes and it is 3 a.m.
Something Crazy
Pssst!! Come here, and lean in close so I can whisper a secret to you. For the first time in...ever...I am happy. My facial expressions may not tell you that I am, but I am. Deep inside me, there is this giant, giddy, giggly bubble of happiness that I want to share with the world… Continue reading Something Crazy
This is the end of us
I've lost another friend. She did not die, nor did she move to a new country. She just gave up on us, on our friendship. Though I am not sure what happened that made her stop speaking to me, I cannot force her out of hiding. All I can do is hope that she is… Continue reading This is the end of us
My mother truly does know best
My mother was right. She always is, but no matter how many times she repeats that to me, no matter how much I fight to prove her wrong... She's right. The process of applying began in June; I have been feeling bummed because, until last Thursday, I heard nothing from anyone. I have applied to… Continue reading My mother truly does know best
