Age 9: "Mom, can we get a dog?"
Mom: "Maybe."
Me: "Please?"
Silence.
Age 11: "Hey, Mom, wouldn't it be great if we had a dog?"
Mom: "Yes, sweetie."
Me: "So can we please get a dog?"
Silence.
Just after my 13th birthday, I spent two weeks of my precious summer taking a dance workshop with my Irish dance teacher & other girls from my class. It was three hours every morning & I just wanted to sleep! But I went everyday, more or less voluntarily, and learned new techniques and steps to add to my repertoire of my three years of Irish dancing.
At the end of every session, my Dad usually picked me up & we'd head home for lunch. But on the last day, since my Dad had just flown to California for my uncle's birthday party, my Mom picked me up after dance. She was sitting in our brand new Buick Le Sabre, which we had dubbed "Baby," reading the newspaper. There was a folded section of the paper sitting on the passenger seat when I got in. I tossed it aside, not paying much attention - especially since I was a] starving & b] thrilled that my workshop was finally over!
Mom: "Well, how was it?"
Me: "It was good. Eileen says I've learned how to be graceful with my long legs. Plus I finally mastered that reel she's been teaching us."
Mom: "That's great! I'm so proud of you!"
Me: "Thanks, Mom. What's with the newspaper?"
Mom: "You might want to take a look at that section. I put it on your seat for a reason."
Me: "Th-this is the Pet Section."
Mom: "Mhmmm. I already called that one."
Me: "'Litter of Cock-a-Poos - 8 wks - 3 females, 3 males - $250/each.' Cock-a-poos? Never heard of those."
Mom: "No, but I called & asked the woman if we could come see the puppies today. What do you think?"
Me: "We're getting a dog? We're getting a dog today?!?!"
Mom: "Well, we're going to see if we like one of them before we decide."
Me: "We're getting a DOG!!!! Wooohoooo!!"
Mom: "I asked if we could see the three girls & she said we can come over in an hour. So let's get some lunch & then we'll go, okay?"
Me: "Just the girls?"
Mom: "Yes."
Me: "Good. We don't need anymore boys in the house."
After a delicious stop at the McDonald's drive-thru - so healthy after a dance workshop - we pulled up to a house in Montgomery County, which at the time was like the country to me...I had no idea how close it was to Philly! Anyway...
"Hi there, come on in! You must be Kathy."
"Hi, thank you for letting us come over so soon. This is my daughter."
"Mom, look!"
Tiny little balls of fluff - the apricot colored puppy was the most like a poodle with wiry hair; the brown pup was the most like a cocker spaniel with sleek, straight hair; and the little black puppy, the one who walked over to me first - the brave one - looked like the perfect mix of poodle & cocker spaniel: wavy hair. Plus she looked like a little bear cub! I knelt down & instantly the cub was in my lap sniffing me, inspecting me, making sure I was good people. I must have passed the test - within seconds her small tongue was devouring my face & hands.
"Mom! Look at her! Ahhh!!!"
"I think she likes you, honey."
Mom signed the check & I gathered the black fur ball into my arms. I could hold her in one hand, she was so tiny. Crawling into the backseat of our car, the little black fuzz climbed up my shoulder & looked out the back window. She cried for a minute, then licked my ear. That seemed to calm & soothe her.
"What should we name her?"
"Oh, right. She needs a name."
"What about Duchess?"
"Ugh! No!!! Then she'd need a diamond, sparkly collar!"
"What about Elmo?"
"Elmo?"
"Yeah. Wait, Elmo's a boy. What's his friend's name? Zoe?"
The puppy looked at me then. "Mom! I think that's her name! Look! Hi, Zoe!"
Her response was to soak my face & ears.
"Well, that's settled. Hi, Zoe."
"She's trying to climb up to the front seat to see you."
9.21.2011
Futile Punishment
I received three demerits each & every week during senior year. In homeroom Ms. K. Scott Benjamin, our disciplinarian, would announce a number over the PA system. My number was six. I'd wait each morning, sitting with the four other Kelly girls, praying any other number would be chosen. Ms. Benjamin was smart - she knew to avoid any patterns, so I never knew which day would be the day. There was no avoiding it: she'd announce, "Today's Dress Code Violation is number six. Teachers, if you suspect any student of infringement, have them stand & proceed accordingly."
Miss Fox, all five feet, two inches of her, would skip my entire homeroom (A-4) & stop next to me. "Bridget, I need you to stand up, please."
At first, I complied anxiously. I'd gone three years without demerits. Would colleges see the demerits on my record? I'd stand & my homeroom teacher craned her neck. A whispered "wow" escaped her often.
"Miss Fox, please. They don't make a uniform long enough for me."
"I'm sorry, Bridget, but these are the rules."
"If anyone should be getting demerits, it should be God and Flynn & O'Hara. God, for making me this tall. Flynn & O'Hara for being prejudiced against & unaccommodating toward my height."
"What was that, Bridget?"
"Nothing, Miss Fox."
After several weeks of unnecessary punishment, I stopped responding. My attempts to go to my locker of the bathroom (a small attempt & failure at stealth) were stomped on by Miss Fox. I was instructed to remain in my seat during homeroom. It was pertinent that I heard every single announcement every single day. Each week, without fail, my number was called. I swear I could hear the smile on Ms. K. Scott Benjamin's lips when she called number six.
Dress Code Violation #6, horror of horrors!
Standing nearly six feet, two inches (technically I'm 6'1 1/4"), my brown (yes, brown) jumper's hem rest above mid-thigh. Yes, it was short, however I was already wearing the recommended "tall" jumper which lent another four inches, give or take, to the hem. I had followed protocol as provided by the school and uniform supplier. Yet I was being punished repeatedly.
One particular week I was upset with receiving another set of demerits. I asked Miss Fox if I could walk the attendance down to the office myself, so that I may have a chance to plead my case to the disciplinarian. "I wouldn't advise that, Bridget. Ms. Benjamin wouldn't approve of your disrespect for the rules."
"I'd still like the chance to speak with her, Miss Fox."
"Alright, then. I gave my warning, that's all I can do."
As I walked through the halls, preparing a speech in my head, I recalled my first run-in with Ms. Benjamin the previous school year.
As a professional dork, I loved getting to school super early - plus my ride could only drop me off that early. Anyway, one day in the spring of my junior year, I was walking through the hall around 7:15 in the morning, headed to the cafeteria to catch up on some reading. I saw my friend Adrienne at her locker & I heard her crying. She wore a black hoodie, tugged close over her eyes, with red cat's ears pricked up on her head.
"Age, are you alright?"
"Fine, just grabbin' some stuff before I leave."
"Leave? Are you cutting school?"
"Yeah, I wish. Benji (As Ms. K. Scott Benjamin was more affectionately known) caught me & told me I couldn't stay at school today."
"What happened?"
In one movement, Adrienne swept her hood back, revealing her devious behavior: bright pink hair.
"That looks amazing!! Seriously, you look awesome - oh. You're not allowed to keep it, are you?"
"Nope. Benji called my mom & decided I should go home & 'take care of this' over the weekend."
"Oh, Age. I'm so sorry."
"Ladies, may I have a word with Adrienne?"
Neither of us had heard Ms. Benjamin approach. The woman was like a panther slinking through the halls, a magnet for finding trouble!
"Yes, Ms. Benjamin. Age, I'll see you later."
"You'll see her in a few minutes. Miss Baione will be attending school today after all."
"What? Are you going to make an example of me to the student body, Ms. Benjamin?"
"While I do not appreciate your tone or your disrespect for school rules, Miss Baione, I'm glad you understand that there must be consequences."
"Yes, Ms. Benjamin." The woman had a way of making the toughest girl feel three inches tall.
As many times a day the words "Yes, Ms. Benjamin" were uttered by a student, all I could imagine were little orphans obeying Miss Hannigan. But there wasn't any singing or Daddy Warbucks to the rescue.
2.28.2011
Sometimes, we just gotta whine
There are times when everything seems to be working out wonderfully. Your family is functioning well together and independently - whether both parents are working and the kids are in school, or some are working and some are enjoying some time off. Whatever the case may be, generally we all experience a time whenever things are operating smoothly.
Until, suddenly or gradually, they aren't. The car breaks down - the dog gets sick - someone needs surgery. Our lives are wound on a yo-yo and we're always up and down.
I graduated with my Bachelor's almost a year ago. It was a proud moment for myself, and for my family. I am blessed to have been given the opportunity to receive an education, and I hope that I am able to achieve my goals with the support of my teachers, friends, and family. Unfortunately, I graduated at a time when jobs for new grads were few & far between. Luckily I had my summer job lined up - for the past few years, I've been a camp counselor. It's not glamorous, but I love working with kids, spending my summer days under the sun, & it pays the summer bills. But when August came, & camp ended, I had nothing to do. No job prospects - not even an interview. I sent my resume out everyday to any company I felt I could be remotely qualified to work for. Nothing. Zip. No bites.
To make a very long struggle into a short story, I'll just tell ya that I finally got a job last week. 9 months after graduation. It's a full-time gig, but I'll only be working here until April. Not so great. Ya see, this job is an hour away from my home, which means I need to borrow my Mom's car in order to get there everyday. The car is 10 years old this year & I just don't seem to have the best luck when it comes to cars. At the end of my second day at work, the car has to go to the mechanic. It gets fixed, lasts for 36 hours, & not it has to go back. I ended my first week at work being driven back & forth by my Dad. I am certainly grateful that he voluntarily got up at the crack of dawn to drive an hour through rush hour traffic to bring me to work, only to turn around & drive home & repeat the process in the afternoon.
However, it made me feel like I was back in grade school - the ironic part is that I work at a school. Anyway, this morning, instead of having my Dad wake up long before anyone should be functioning, I borrowed my brother's car. I'm not a fan of driving his car, but, again, I am grateful that he allowed me to borrow his "baby." This loan is extended for an unknown period of time. Which comes to my complaint:
I finally got a job - after months of not working & desperately needing a paycheck. However, I need a full-time, permanent position in order to buy a car. In buying a car, I would no longer need to wake my Dad up at 6 AM, or bum my brother's ride away from him. I would be on my own (transportation-wise, at least) & not inconveniencing my family.
I feel terrible. But I am grateful that I have a family who helps me out when the shit hits the fan.
Until, suddenly or gradually, they aren't. The car breaks down - the dog gets sick - someone needs surgery. Our lives are wound on a yo-yo and we're always up and down.
I graduated with my Bachelor's almost a year ago. It was a proud moment for myself, and for my family. I am blessed to have been given the opportunity to receive an education, and I hope that I am able to achieve my goals with the support of my teachers, friends, and family. Unfortunately, I graduated at a time when jobs for new grads were few & far between. Luckily I had my summer job lined up - for the past few years, I've been a camp counselor. It's not glamorous, but I love working with kids, spending my summer days under the sun, & it pays the summer bills. But when August came, & camp ended, I had nothing to do. No job prospects - not even an interview. I sent my resume out everyday to any company I felt I could be remotely qualified to work for. Nothing. Zip. No bites.
To make a very long struggle into a short story, I'll just tell ya that I finally got a job last week. 9 months after graduation. It's a full-time gig, but I'll only be working here until April. Not so great. Ya see, this job is an hour away from my home, which means I need to borrow my Mom's car in order to get there everyday. The car is 10 years old this year & I just don't seem to have the best luck when it comes to cars. At the end of my second day at work, the car has to go to the mechanic. It gets fixed, lasts for 36 hours, & not it has to go back. I ended my first week at work being driven back & forth by my Dad. I am certainly grateful that he voluntarily got up at the crack of dawn to drive an hour through rush hour traffic to bring me to work, only to turn around & drive home & repeat the process in the afternoon.
However, it made me feel like I was back in grade school - the ironic part is that I work at a school. Anyway, this morning, instead of having my Dad wake up long before anyone should be functioning, I borrowed my brother's car. I'm not a fan of driving his car, but, again, I am grateful that he allowed me to borrow his "baby." This loan is extended for an unknown period of time. Which comes to my complaint:
I finally got a job - after months of not working & desperately needing a paycheck. However, I need a full-time, permanent position in order to buy a car. In buying a car, I would no longer need to wake my Dad up at 6 AM, or bum my brother's ride away from him. I would be on my own (transportation-wise, at least) & not inconveniencing my family.
I feel terrible. But I am grateful that I have a family who helps me out when the shit hits the fan.
10.24.2010
A Story of Friends
The hallways are crowded. Girls, and a few pretty boys, check themselves in the small mirrors they keep in their lockers. Teachers step out of their classrooms hoping for a change of scenery. The principal patrols the halls looking for uniform violations, boys and girls disobeying the behavior code.
Olivia locker slams shut. "I wrote an awesome paper for that class & he gives me an 80?! Who writes History papers anyway?"
"I know. You could ask him about it - find out how he came up with that grade."
"I could. But I have 15 other things to do just for tomorrow, that I don't even have time to go to class! School is interfering with my homework! Ugh!"
"Alright. Breathe."
They stand outside Rose's Algebra class, eyes closed, inhaling and exhaling in slow harmony.
"Alright, gotta get to class before the bell! Don't wanna be late!" She winks at rose as she darts down the hall. Rose rolls her eyes & strolls into the classroom.
Another day, another math class. Who will it be today? "Hey, Rose! What are you wearing under those clothes?"
"Well, Jamie, while I do enjoy our intimate conversations, you're not privy to that information. Nor will you be. Ever."
Jamie sits down - "What did she say?" "Dude, I think she just dissed you!"
"Alright, let's go! Sit down, stop talking. There's plenty of time to gossip when you're older! Okay, today we're going to have a pop quiz! Please! Hold your applause until the end of class. Thank you."
Lucky me. I knew it would help to study algebra last night. Another 100 in math! Maybe another encouraging smile from Mr. Dougherty? Wait! Did I just think that?! It's Mr. D.!
"I'm in love."
"And I'm hungry. Let's get food & then you can take the whole lunch period to fill me in on your man."
"He's not my man."
"Who is he? Not that kid fro our History class!"
"Who? Mike? No way!"
"Well, he's got eyes for you, so I just figured I'd ask!"
"I can't say."
"Oooo, a secret love. Hmmm, if I guess will you tell me?"
"Maybe, but you're not going to guess."
"Is it Jamie?"
"I hate you."
"Just kidding! Nate?"
"The kid from band? Nope."
"Alright. I give. Tell me or don't tell me. At least keep me posted if anything happens."
"That's easy. Nothing will ever happen." But a girl can dream...
"Your house or mine today?"
"Definitely not mine. Maybe we should go to the Library - we could use some extra study time. Not to mention it'll be nice to be out of the house."
"Works for me. Meet you at the bus?"
"Sure. Oh, behave!"
"What are you talking about? I'm a saint!"
"Don't give me that!"
With a sweet & devilish smile, Olivia walks into her English class.
Finally, 8th period. 45 blissful minutes ahead of me. A perfect end to the day - minus the kids who have no idea what we're even reading in class right now.
"Okay, class, let's get started! I want to finish Romeo & Juliet by Friday. Who wants to read today? Settle down, or I'll make the boys read the girls' parts!" Silence. "Smart move, gentlemen. So, who wants to read? Jake, read Mercutio. Rob, will you be our Romeo, please? Kate, will you be the Nurse? And...Olivia! Could you read Juliet?" Oh no. Did he ask Rob to read Romeo? I have to read Juliet? Oh no! Thank God we're not acting this out! Are my cheeks read? Feels like my whole body is on fire!
*Scene: party at the Capulet's House, where Romeo meets Juliet*
"Hey, Olivia."
"Oh, hey, Rob."
"You were amazing."
"Excuse me?" Oh God. He's talking to me! Why is he talking to me?! Please don't sound like a fool!
"As Juliet. You read really well."
"Oh, ummm, thanks. Uhh, you were, uh, really great as, um, Romeo."
"Thanks. I gotta get to the bus. Do you want to walk together?"
"Me? Umm, yeah, sure."
"So, uh, you really like English class, huh?"
"W-what makes you say that?"
"You're the best in the class! Plus, whenever Mr. B. assigns a new book you're the only one who looks excited."
"Oh, yeah. I really like to read. Give me almost anything & I'll read it!"
"Haha! I wish I had that kind of enthusiasm for English. Shakespeare is killing me. I have no idea what he is trying to say!"
"I could help you if you want." Oh crap. Did I just offer to tutor Rob? The most gorgeous guy in school!!!
"Really? That would be awesome!"
"Um, okay, cool. Ummm, we can start tomorrow morning before school if you want?"
"Sounds great! Thanks! Uh, I'm sure you wanna sit with Rose. I'll see you tomorrow morning in the auditorium?"
"Sure, see ya."
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.
"Hey! Were you just walking with Rob?!"
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. I offered to help him with Shakespeare."
"Ooo! Aren't you guys reading Romeo and Juliet?"
"Yes! Oh my God!!!"
"Breathe. This is good. Really good."
"You had better have a fantastic excuse for calling me at six in the morning!"
"Rose! What do I wear when I have to tutor the most gorgeous guy in school? Ohmigod!! Why did I say I would do this? Rose, I know I complain about being invisible in high school, but I'd like to remain invisible! What am I even going to talk to him about?"
"Oh, I don't know. Shakespeare?"
"You're not helping!"
"Breathe. Jeans. Blue shirt. You'll look great & you'll still feel comfortable."
"I love you."
Why? Why do I have to be in love with my teacher?! This is so much worse than Olivia loving the most gorgeous guy in school! She has a fighting chance! Me? I'm jail bait!
"Rose!"
"What!?"
"I've been calling you all the way down the hall. You okay?"
"Sorry, Teddy. I'm a little out of it right now."
"Yeah, no kidding. Listen, we're switching seats in math today & I was wondering if you wanted to sit together?"
"Oh, I forgot about that. Yeah, sure, I'll sit with you, Teddy."
"Sweet! I'll see you there!"
Maybe I can sit in the back, far away from Mr. Dougherty. The further away, the less my heart will hurt.
Rose walks into algebra, head hanging.
"Rose, over here!"
Wonderful. Teddy picked seats in the back.
"Hey, Teddy. These seats are perfect. You read my mind!"
"Well, I do what I can to make you happy."
"Okay, pay attention. We're starting a new chapter today..."
"Psst! Rose! Do you wanna maybe study together tonight? Rose!"
"Huh? Oh, sure, Teddy, we can study."
"Awesome. Do you want to go to the Library & maybe get some pizza after?"
"Library's great."
"Sweet!"
"Excuse me, Mr. Franklin."
"Sorry, Mr. D. I'm, uh, really excited to learn about variables."
"I may or may not have agreed to a study date with Teddy."
"Teddy? That's great! That kid's been in love with you for years. Where are you going?"
"Olivia! I don't want to go on a date with Teddy!"
"Why not? Don't you like him?"
"He's my friend. Besides, I like someone else."
"Oh yeah, 'Mystery Man.' So why'd you say yes to Teddy?"
"I'm not really sure. He's a really nice guy, but he's Teddy! He's been my best friend for so long! Do I really want to date him?!"
"Breathe. Take two giant steps back. First, is 'Mystery Man' really worth it? I mean, I can't gauge it because I don't know who he is!"
"Stop! I get it! You're right, okay?"
"Wow! That worked?"
"Maybe tonight with Teddy doesn't have to be a date."
"It could be a test run. Just a suggestion. Come on! You know him! You won't have that awkward silence because you know what to talk about with him!"
"True. Since when you are so wise about relationships? You still haven't told me how tutoring went this morning!"
"Come on, this will take the whole lunch period."
Grabbing Rose's arm, Olivia leads her down the hall toward the caf & plunges into her story...
"So I got here early - probably too early, but that's not the point. I didn't know which table to sit at: his or ours - so I picked one in the middle. I know, lame, but I didn't want Rob to think I'm lame! Anyway, he came in & sat across from me. I didn't really know what to say, so I jumped right into Shakespeare - something stable, ya know? So, he asked me how to 'translate' Shakespeare...
"How do you know what the characters are saying? Like, why does Mr. B. laugh whenever we go over Mercutio's death scene? It's a death scene! How is it funny?"
"Because of what Mercutio says..."Ask for me tomorrow & you shall find me a grave man.' It's ironic. If he's dead tomorrow, he'll be in his grace - 'a grave man.' Does that make sense?"
"Ugh, why can't he just come out & say that?"
"Then he wouldn't be Shakespeare."
"Touche. But, come one, did everyone actually understand what Shakespeare wrote?"
"Yes, plus it helps to see everything on stage with actors & props."
"Yeah, I guess."
"If it helps, there are movies on Romeo & Juliet. I know one that is really great. It has Leonard DiCaprio & it's set in present-day but keeps the Shakespearean language. That might help."
"Wow, you really wanna help me that much?"
"What do you mean? Just watch the movie & you'll understand."
"No way! You gotta watch it with me. Help me make sure I get it!"
"What? I have to? Are you taking your tutor captive?"
"Or just on a date."
"You wanna go on a date with me?"
"I thought you'd never ask!"
"So I have a date with Rob tonight."
"Ohmigod! You have a date with Rob! We both have dates tonight! How did this happen?"
"I know! Who are we?!"
"What are we gonna wear?"
"Your closet or mine?"
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Out to study. I'm tutoring a kid from my English class. I'll be home by curfew. Promise." Please, Mom, don't ruin my first date! My first date with Rob!
"Oh yeah? That's great! Anyone I know?"
"His name is Rob & he's gorgeous & he doesn't think I'm invisible & he likes that I'm smart & I really really like him, Mom!!!!!!"
"Wow, okay. Breathe, honey. Is this the guy who read Romeo yesterday?"
"Yes! And I don't wanna be late, Mom! I gotta go!"
"Okay, hold on a sec. A few things before you go - don't groan, it's not very ladylike - humor me, will ya? First, no acting out the love scenes! Don't give me that teenager look - I mean it! Second, where are you studying?"
"Okay, no acting. Got it. I'm going to his house - before you say anything - his parents will be there - AND his little sister."
"Thank you. Now go & have fun. I love you."
"I love you, too, Mom. Oh, Mom? Do I look okay?"
I can't go wrong with my favorite jeans & a tie-dye tee-shirt, can I?
"You look great. You know I love that shirt on you. You remind me -"
"I remind you of you. I know. Thanks, Mom. Love you! Oh! One more thing! Don't tell Corey I'm hanging out with a boy, please?"
"I wouldn't dream of it."
Text: Olivia: Hi! How's it going? Do I need to call with a staged emergency? Keep me posted! :)
Rose: Not telling! :) Have fun! Ttyl!
"Tell me! Come on! I need details!!"
"You are way too cheerful for a Wednesday morning."
"Rose! Tell me! How did it go with Teddy last night?"
"How did it go with Rob?"
"You first!"
"Why me?"
"Because I'm your best friend & I need details!"
"You're such a pain!"
"Rose! Focus!"
Best friends starting to date; starting to find their own voices - it happens. We don't stay the same, but we hope that we'll always carry certain trademark quirks that make us unique.
In the classroom on Monday morning, Rose awaits two arrivals nervously.
Maybe Teddy will be absent? Maybe he'll skip class? Of course not! Why would he skip class when he wasn't the one freaking out all weekend?
"Good morning! I hope everyone endured the weekend without math homework!" As muffled groans and laughter spread through the class, Rose's mind is suddenly at ease.
All I have to do is tell him - make the first move. Show him I'm assertive - an independent woman!
"Hey there."
In the commotion of Mr. Doc greeting the class, Rose was oblivious to Teddy's entrance
"I'm moving."
"What?!"
"I'm transferring schools next week."
"Wait. You're moving now?"
"I have to. Not to be melodramatic, but it's crucial. I won't last here, Olivia."
"Rosie, what are you talking about? Is this about Teddy?"
"I'm not making excuses. I'm moving because of me. End of discussion."
"Discussion? More like announce & run."
"You think I'm running away? Fine. Whatever helps you accept the situation."
"Accept the situation? Rose, what's going on?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Fine. We won't talk about it. I have to go."
"It's 11AM - where are you going?"
"I knew it. You've been so wrapped up in whatever mystery you've got in your head that you forgot about today."
"Oh, Liv, I'm sorry."
"Save it, Rose. I'm going. If you want help getting ready to move, call. Unless your plan is to cut & run."
Rose transferred schools in October of her freshman year. She & Olivia both avoided one another - Rose was too hurt to confide in anyone, only internalizing & harboring every emotion. Olivia couldn't cope with not knowing what Rose was going through - Olivia wasn't one for the sidelines, but Rose had quit the game.
"Hey, Liv."
"Morning, Teddy. How's rehearsal going?"
"Really great. My teacher let me make some creative changes. I'm really looking forward to the show."
"That's amazing! I can't wait to see it!"
"You're coming?"
"Absolutely! I've been a non-existent friend lately & I wanna be there for you."
"Thanks, Liv. I appreciate the support. More than I can say for Rose."
"Have you talked to her?"
"I've called a bunch of times, but she won't say much if she even bothers to answer. What happened?"
"It remains a mystery."
"Come on in, Rose. I wanted to see how your first few weeks here have been. Are you settling in alright?"
"Thank you, Ms. Donnelly. I feel like I'm doing really well here."
"I'm pleased to hear that. Your teachers have told me that you're a bright student."
"Thanks. I feel like this is a good fit for me."
"I was wondering how you're adjusting to being away from your friends & your old school?"
"It's great, actually. I needed to make a move for myself & as soon as I did I started to feel like a whole new 'me.'"
"A new 'you?' Was it that bad at your old school? Forgive me, I don't mean to pry - I just want to understand your decision to enroll here."
"That makes two of us."
Rose has transferred schools because she couldn't deal with her emotions - her attraction for her teacher, growing up in a different way than Olivia & Teddy - she needed a new environment where she was on her own & could flourish as an individual. Making this decision shocked her parents. At 14, Rose was showing signs of maturity they weren't expecting to encounter for a few more years. Rose often thought of the conversation she had with her parents about switching schools.
"Sweetie, are you sure?"
"Mom, I have to. I'm not happy anymore. I know it's only a few weeks into the new school year & if you want me to stay until Christmas, I will. But I'll become even more unhappy between now & then. I'm trying to resolve this before it gets worse. Please just understand."
"Alright, Rose. As long as you've given this thought, then you can transfer. We don't want you to be unhappy."
"Thaks, Dad.
"Rose, have you thought about where you're going to go? The next school over is 45 minutes away."
"Actually, I'm thinking of going to the prep school. I'm eligible for a lot of the scholarships, so you won't have to worry about all the money. Not to mention it will be a bigger step toward college."
"Is that a yes?"
"You wanna go to the prom with me?"
"I thought I was asking, but I like a girl who makes a move. Yes, Olivia, I would love to go to prom with you. Thanks for asking."
"Rob! Seriously?"
"Liv, we've been spending a lot of time together & I like you - a lot. Prom's coming up & I wanted to ask you before anyone else had the chance."
"Good one."
Olivia moves to walk away - Rob reaches for her backpack.
"Olivia. Could you listen for a sec?"
She turns.
"I am crazy about you. I want to stress myself out over picking out the right flowers for you. I want to see you in a beautiful dress & dance with you all night. So, Olivia, will you go to the prom with me?"
"Yes - as long as you don't go crazy over the flowers."
"Deal."
Rob laces his fingers around her waist - something she's still getting used to - & leans in.
"Mr. Sansom. Miss Rowe. See you in class."
"Morning, Mr. B."
"Man! Every time!"
Teddy has been writing to Rose - since she won't take his phone calls, he hopes this will be the way to get through to her. After a few weeks of unanswered letters, Teddy receives an email:
Teddy-
I know you mean well by calling & checking up on me - I really love your letters. I need you to understand something. I left that school because it was smothering me - every time I walked through the halls I felt like I couldn't breathe. I miss hanging out with you & Liv, but I can't come back. Everything's different now. You & Liv found your spots a long time ago. It took me a long time to find a place where I fit. I'm sorry if this isn't what you want to hear, but I felt you deserved to know why I left. Just know that I'm okay now - I've finally found my spot.
-Rose
"Does it make any sense to you? 'Cause I'm completely in the dark."
"I think what she's trying to say is that she's moved on - & I think she's asking you to stop writing."
"I don't get it. Yeah, she gave me an explanation, but there are so many holes in her story."
"Teddy, stop. You're gonna drive yourself crazy trying to figure Rose out. She made a choice & we have to accept the situation."
*TO BE CONTINUED...*
Olivia locker slams shut. "I wrote an awesome paper for that class & he gives me an 80?! Who writes History papers anyway?"
"I know. You could ask him about it - find out how he came up with that grade."
"I could. But I have 15 other things to do just for tomorrow, that I don't even have time to go to class! School is interfering with my homework! Ugh!"
"Alright. Breathe."
They stand outside Rose's Algebra class, eyes closed, inhaling and exhaling in slow harmony.
"Alright, gotta get to class before the bell! Don't wanna be late!" She winks at rose as she darts down the hall. Rose rolls her eyes & strolls into the classroom.
Another day, another math class. Who will it be today? "Hey, Rose! What are you wearing under those clothes?"
"Well, Jamie, while I do enjoy our intimate conversations, you're not privy to that information. Nor will you be. Ever."
Jamie sits down - "What did she say?" "Dude, I think she just dissed you!"
"Alright, let's go! Sit down, stop talking. There's plenty of time to gossip when you're older! Okay, today we're going to have a pop quiz! Please! Hold your applause until the end of class. Thank you."
Lucky me. I knew it would help to study algebra last night. Another 100 in math! Maybe another encouraging smile from Mr. Dougherty? Wait! Did I just think that?! It's Mr. D.!
"I'm in love."
"And I'm hungry. Let's get food & then you can take the whole lunch period to fill me in on your man."
"He's not my man."
"Who is he? Not that kid fro our History class!"
"Who? Mike? No way!"
"Well, he's got eyes for you, so I just figured I'd ask!"
"I can't say."
"Oooo, a secret love. Hmmm, if I guess will you tell me?"
"Maybe, but you're not going to guess."
"Is it Jamie?"
"I hate you."
"Just kidding! Nate?"
"The kid from band? Nope."
"Alright. I give. Tell me or don't tell me. At least keep me posted if anything happens."
"That's easy. Nothing will ever happen." But a girl can dream...
"Your house or mine today?"
"Definitely not mine. Maybe we should go to the Library - we could use some extra study time. Not to mention it'll be nice to be out of the house."
"Works for me. Meet you at the bus?"
"Sure. Oh, behave!"
"What are you talking about? I'm a saint!"
"Don't give me that!"
With a sweet & devilish smile, Olivia walks into her English class.
Finally, 8th period. 45 blissful minutes ahead of me. A perfect end to the day - minus the kids who have no idea what we're even reading in class right now.
"Okay, class, let's get started! I want to finish Romeo & Juliet by Friday. Who wants to read today? Settle down, or I'll make the boys read the girls' parts!" Silence. "Smart move, gentlemen. So, who wants to read? Jake, read Mercutio. Rob, will you be our Romeo, please? Kate, will you be the Nurse? And...Olivia! Could you read Juliet?" Oh no. Did he ask Rob to read Romeo? I have to read Juliet? Oh no! Thank God we're not acting this out! Are my cheeks read? Feels like my whole body is on fire!
*Scene: party at the Capulet's House, where Romeo meets Juliet*
"Hey, Olivia."
"Oh, hey, Rob."
"You were amazing."
"Excuse me?" Oh God. He's talking to me! Why is he talking to me?! Please don't sound like a fool!
"As Juliet. You read really well."
"Oh, ummm, thanks. Uhh, you were, uh, really great as, um, Romeo."
"Thanks. I gotta get to the bus. Do you want to walk together?"
"Me? Umm, yeah, sure."
"So, uh, you really like English class, huh?"
"W-what makes you say that?"
"You're the best in the class! Plus, whenever Mr. B. assigns a new book you're the only one who looks excited."
"Oh, yeah. I really like to read. Give me almost anything & I'll read it!"
"Haha! I wish I had that kind of enthusiasm for English. Shakespeare is killing me. I have no idea what he is trying to say!"
"I could help you if you want." Oh crap. Did I just offer to tutor Rob? The most gorgeous guy in school!!!
"Really? That would be awesome!"
"Um, okay, cool. Ummm, we can start tomorrow morning before school if you want?"
"Sounds great! Thanks! Uh, I'm sure you wanna sit with Rose. I'll see you tomorrow morning in the auditorium?"
"Sure, see ya."
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.
"Hey! Were you just walking with Rob?!"
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. I offered to help him with Shakespeare."
"Ooo! Aren't you guys reading Romeo and Juliet?"
"Yes! Oh my God!!!"
"Breathe. This is good. Really good."
"You had better have a fantastic excuse for calling me at six in the morning!"
"Rose! What do I wear when I have to tutor the most gorgeous guy in school? Ohmigod!! Why did I say I would do this? Rose, I know I complain about being invisible in high school, but I'd like to remain invisible! What am I even going to talk to him about?"
"Oh, I don't know. Shakespeare?"
"You're not helping!"
"Breathe. Jeans. Blue shirt. You'll look great & you'll still feel comfortable."
"I love you."
Why? Why do I have to be in love with my teacher?! This is so much worse than Olivia loving the most gorgeous guy in school! She has a fighting chance! Me? I'm jail bait!
"Rose!"
"What!?"
"I've been calling you all the way down the hall. You okay?"
"Sorry, Teddy. I'm a little out of it right now."
"Yeah, no kidding. Listen, we're switching seats in math today & I was wondering if you wanted to sit together?"
"Oh, I forgot about that. Yeah, sure, I'll sit with you, Teddy."
"Sweet! I'll see you there!"
Maybe I can sit in the back, far away from Mr. Dougherty. The further away, the less my heart will hurt.
Rose walks into algebra, head hanging.
"Rose, over here!"
Wonderful. Teddy picked seats in the back.
"Hey, Teddy. These seats are perfect. You read my mind!"
"Well, I do what I can to make you happy."
"Okay, pay attention. We're starting a new chapter today..."
"Psst! Rose! Do you wanna maybe study together tonight? Rose!"
"Huh? Oh, sure, Teddy, we can study."
"Awesome. Do you want to go to the Library & maybe get some pizza after?"
"Library's great."
"Sweet!"
"Excuse me, Mr. Franklin."
"Sorry, Mr. D. I'm, uh, really excited to learn about variables."
"I may or may not have agreed to a study date with Teddy."
"Teddy? That's great! That kid's been in love with you for years. Where are you going?"
"Olivia! I don't want to go on a date with Teddy!"
"Why not? Don't you like him?"
"He's my friend. Besides, I like someone else."
"Oh yeah, 'Mystery Man.' So why'd you say yes to Teddy?"
"I'm not really sure. He's a really nice guy, but he's Teddy! He's been my best friend for so long! Do I really want to date him?!"
"Breathe. Take two giant steps back. First, is 'Mystery Man' really worth it? I mean, I can't gauge it because I don't know who he is!"
"Stop! I get it! You're right, okay?"
"Wow! That worked?"
"Maybe tonight with Teddy doesn't have to be a date."
"It could be a test run. Just a suggestion. Come on! You know him! You won't have that awkward silence because you know what to talk about with him!"
"True. Since when you are so wise about relationships? You still haven't told me how tutoring went this morning!"
"Come on, this will take the whole lunch period."
Grabbing Rose's arm, Olivia leads her down the hall toward the caf & plunges into her story...
"So I got here early - probably too early, but that's not the point. I didn't know which table to sit at: his or ours - so I picked one in the middle. I know, lame, but I didn't want Rob to think I'm lame! Anyway, he came in & sat across from me. I didn't really know what to say, so I jumped right into Shakespeare - something stable, ya know? So, he asked me how to 'translate' Shakespeare...
"How do you know what the characters are saying? Like, why does Mr. B. laugh whenever we go over Mercutio's death scene? It's a death scene! How is it funny?"
"Because of what Mercutio says..."Ask for me tomorrow & you shall find me a grave man.' It's ironic. If he's dead tomorrow, he'll be in his grace - 'a grave man.' Does that make sense?"
"Ugh, why can't he just come out & say that?"
"Then he wouldn't be Shakespeare."
"Touche. But, come one, did everyone actually understand what Shakespeare wrote?"
"Yes, plus it helps to see everything on stage with actors & props."
"Yeah, I guess."
"If it helps, there are movies on Romeo & Juliet. I know one that is really great. It has Leonard DiCaprio & it's set in present-day but keeps the Shakespearean language. That might help."
"Wow, you really wanna help me that much?"
"What do you mean? Just watch the movie & you'll understand."
"No way! You gotta watch it with me. Help me make sure I get it!"
"What? I have to? Are you taking your tutor captive?"
"Or just on a date."
"You wanna go on a date with me?"
"I thought you'd never ask!"
"So I have a date with Rob tonight."
"Ohmigod! You have a date with Rob! We both have dates tonight! How did this happen?"
"I know! Who are we?!"
"What are we gonna wear?"
"Your closet or mine?"
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Out to study. I'm tutoring a kid from my English class. I'll be home by curfew. Promise." Please, Mom, don't ruin my first date! My first date with Rob!
"Oh yeah? That's great! Anyone I know?"
"His name is Rob & he's gorgeous & he doesn't think I'm invisible & he likes that I'm smart & I really really like him, Mom!!!!!!"
"Wow, okay. Breathe, honey. Is this the guy who read Romeo yesterday?"
"Yes! And I don't wanna be late, Mom! I gotta go!"
"Okay, hold on a sec. A few things before you go - don't groan, it's not very ladylike - humor me, will ya? First, no acting out the love scenes! Don't give me that teenager look - I mean it! Second, where are you studying?"
"Okay, no acting. Got it. I'm going to his house - before you say anything - his parents will be there - AND his little sister."
"Thank you. Now go & have fun. I love you."
"I love you, too, Mom. Oh, Mom? Do I look okay?"
I can't go wrong with my favorite jeans & a tie-dye tee-shirt, can I?
"You look great. You know I love that shirt on you. You remind me -"
"I remind you of you. I know. Thanks, Mom. Love you! Oh! One more thing! Don't tell Corey I'm hanging out with a boy, please?"
"I wouldn't dream of it."
Text: Olivia: Hi! How's it going? Do I need to call with a staged emergency? Keep me posted! :)
Rose: Not telling! :) Have fun! Ttyl!
"Tell me! Come on! I need details!!"
"You are way too cheerful for a Wednesday morning."
"Rose! Tell me! How did it go with Teddy last night?"
"How did it go with Rob?"
"You first!"
"Why me?"
"Because I'm your best friend & I need details!"
"You're such a pain!"
"Rose! Focus!"
Best friends starting to date; starting to find their own voices - it happens. We don't stay the same, but we hope that we'll always carry certain trademark quirks that make us unique.
In the classroom on Monday morning, Rose awaits two arrivals nervously.
Maybe Teddy will be absent? Maybe he'll skip class? Of course not! Why would he skip class when he wasn't the one freaking out all weekend?
"Good morning! I hope everyone endured the weekend without math homework!" As muffled groans and laughter spread through the class, Rose's mind is suddenly at ease.
All I have to do is tell him - make the first move. Show him I'm assertive - an independent woman!
"Hey there."
In the commotion of Mr. Doc greeting the class, Rose was oblivious to Teddy's entrance
"I'm moving."
"What?!"
"I'm transferring schools next week."
"Wait. You're moving now?"
"I have to. Not to be melodramatic, but it's crucial. I won't last here, Olivia."
"Rosie, what are you talking about? Is this about Teddy?"
"I'm not making excuses. I'm moving because of me. End of discussion."
"Discussion? More like announce & run."
"You think I'm running away? Fine. Whatever helps you accept the situation."
"Accept the situation? Rose, what's going on?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Fine. We won't talk about it. I have to go."
"It's 11AM - where are you going?"
"I knew it. You've been so wrapped up in whatever mystery you've got in your head that you forgot about today."
"Oh, Liv, I'm sorry."
"Save it, Rose. I'm going. If you want help getting ready to move, call. Unless your plan is to cut & run."
Rose transferred schools in October of her freshman year. She & Olivia both avoided one another - Rose was too hurt to confide in anyone, only internalizing & harboring every emotion. Olivia couldn't cope with not knowing what Rose was going through - Olivia wasn't one for the sidelines, but Rose had quit the game.
"Hey, Liv."
"Morning, Teddy. How's rehearsal going?"
"Really great. My teacher let me make some creative changes. I'm really looking forward to the show."
"That's amazing! I can't wait to see it!"
"You're coming?"
"Absolutely! I've been a non-existent friend lately & I wanna be there for you."
"Thanks, Liv. I appreciate the support. More than I can say for Rose."
"Have you talked to her?"
"I've called a bunch of times, but she won't say much if she even bothers to answer. What happened?"
"It remains a mystery."
"Come on in, Rose. I wanted to see how your first few weeks here have been. Are you settling in alright?"
"Thank you, Ms. Donnelly. I feel like I'm doing really well here."
"I'm pleased to hear that. Your teachers have told me that you're a bright student."
"Thanks. I feel like this is a good fit for me."
"I was wondering how you're adjusting to being away from your friends & your old school?"
"It's great, actually. I needed to make a move for myself & as soon as I did I started to feel like a whole new 'me.'"
"A new 'you?' Was it that bad at your old school? Forgive me, I don't mean to pry - I just want to understand your decision to enroll here."
"That makes two of us."
Rose has transferred schools because she couldn't deal with her emotions - her attraction for her teacher, growing up in a different way than Olivia & Teddy - she needed a new environment where she was on her own & could flourish as an individual. Making this decision shocked her parents. At 14, Rose was showing signs of maturity they weren't expecting to encounter for a few more years. Rose often thought of the conversation she had with her parents about switching schools.
"Sweetie, are you sure?"
"Mom, I have to. I'm not happy anymore. I know it's only a few weeks into the new school year & if you want me to stay until Christmas, I will. But I'll become even more unhappy between now & then. I'm trying to resolve this before it gets worse. Please just understand."
"Alright, Rose. As long as you've given this thought, then you can transfer. We don't want you to be unhappy."
"Thaks, Dad.
"Rose, have you thought about where you're going to go? The next school over is 45 minutes away."
"Actually, I'm thinking of going to the prep school. I'm eligible for a lot of the scholarships, so you won't have to worry about all the money. Not to mention it will be a bigger step toward college."
"Is that a yes?"
"You wanna go to the prom with me?"
"I thought I was asking, but I like a girl who makes a move. Yes, Olivia, I would love to go to prom with you. Thanks for asking."
"Rob! Seriously?"
"Liv, we've been spending a lot of time together & I like you - a lot. Prom's coming up & I wanted to ask you before anyone else had the chance."
"Good one."
Olivia moves to walk away - Rob reaches for her backpack.
"Olivia. Could you listen for a sec?"
She turns.
"I am crazy about you. I want to stress myself out over picking out the right flowers for you. I want to see you in a beautiful dress & dance with you all night. So, Olivia, will you go to the prom with me?"
"Yes - as long as you don't go crazy over the flowers."
"Deal."
Rob laces his fingers around her waist - something she's still getting used to - & leans in.
"Mr. Sansom. Miss Rowe. See you in class."
"Morning, Mr. B."
"Man! Every time!"
Teddy has been writing to Rose - since she won't take his phone calls, he hopes this will be the way to get through to her. After a few weeks of unanswered letters, Teddy receives an email:
Teddy-
I know you mean well by calling & checking up on me - I really love your letters. I need you to understand something. I left that school because it was smothering me - every time I walked through the halls I felt like I couldn't breathe. I miss hanging out with you & Liv, but I can't come back. Everything's different now. You & Liv found your spots a long time ago. It took me a long time to find a place where I fit. I'm sorry if this isn't what you want to hear, but I felt you deserved to know why I left. Just know that I'm okay now - I've finally found my spot.
-Rose
"Does it make any sense to you? 'Cause I'm completely in the dark."
"I think what she's trying to say is that she's moved on - & I think she's asking you to stop writing."
"I don't get it. Yeah, she gave me an explanation, but there are so many holes in her story."
"Teddy, stop. You're gonna drive yourself crazy trying to figure Rose out. She made a choice & we have to accept the situation."
*TO BE CONTINUED...*
5.04.2010
Another dream, another story
I had a dream last night - finally something different. It's no fun to dream if it becomes monotonous. Anyway, I had just started working in a hospital. My responsibilities remain to be explained to me, but I liked working there. My new boss, we'll call him Todd, wants to meet with me several times throughout my first week. At the end of the week, apparently, I'll have to complete a 'love survey'. I'm curious & intrigued to reach the end of the week. But there's plenty to keep me busy until then. Like Tuesday night - that was crazy - the paramedics were arguing over a patient's head with the nurses & doctors on duty. A few of us stepped in, got the patient to a bed in the ER, & tried to calm everyone down. Paramedic #1 (just got home from Iraq): "Stand down! We have the situation under control!"
Head Nurse: "Look! You're not in the field! You're in my ER! You've done your part, now let us do ours!"
Paramedic #2 gets Paramedic/Vet calmed down & back to their rig.
I go over to the Head Nurse: "You got brothers, right?"
HN: "Huh?"
me: "Do you have any brothers?"
HN: "Yeah. Two."
me: "Older?"
HN: "Yeah. I'm the youngest."
me: "They made you pretty tough."
HN: "Ha, yeah I guess you're right."
me: "I have one older brother & he tells me all the time how he failed trying to toughen me up."
HN: "I don't know. You've been here two days & you've already got Todd worshiping the ground you walk on.
me: "What? Worshiping?!"
HN: "Easy - it's a good, non-sexual thing. He responds well to confidence. You've got power, girl. Just walking around the ER, patients know you're somebody around here."
me: "Talk about an ego boost."
HN: "Hey now. Take it with a grain of salt - please. The last thing we need is another cocky higher-up around here."
me: "No worries. My feet are nailed to the ground."
Toward the end of the day, I find a phone to call Mom - I need a ride home. Todd walks by - "Hey. Everything alright? Heard about the rumble in the ER. Who won?"
me: "Rumble? Well...the Jets stood their ground. The Sharks took the forfeit & went back to their turf."
Todd: "That's got to be the nerdiest answer I've heard in this hospital."
me: "A. I'm happy you got the reference - it would have been tragic if you hadn't. B. Isn't that why you hired me?"
I make the call to Mom.
Mom: "Can I come in? Or would that make you feel like you're in grade school?"
me: "You can come in, Mom. I promise I won't be embarrassed."
Toni - the hospital's PR rep - comes over: "Were you just flirting with Todd?"
me: "Whoa! What? He just asked me about the ER battle."
Toni: "Which you cleaned up very nicely. But I've only seen him flirt once & that's what it looked like."
me: "I just started here! And he's my boss!!"
Toni: "Down girl - you'll start a riot."
me: "I don't need to be the kiss-ass who wants to sleep with the boss."
Mom walks up to the ER desk - "I'm looking for - "
me: "Hi, Mom. Cheryl (the nurse sitting at the desk), this is my Mom. She's an R.N."
So I introduce my mom to the rest of my new work friends. Mom hasn't worked in a hospital since I was a little kid - she's remembering.
I clock out for the night & go to meet Mom at the door.
"Don't I get an introduction?"
Todd has a smug but laid-back look on his face.
me: "Oh. Sure, sorry about that."
Mom: "You ready, kiddo? Oh - who is this?"
me: "This is Todd - my boss."
Todd: "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Kelly. Your daughter is fitting in very well around here. You should be very proud."
Mom: "That's always music to a mother's ears. It was very nice meeting you, Todd."
me: "Have a good night."
Todd: "I'll be seeing you."
Walking to the car, Mom is thrilled how well I am settling in. Finally.
Mom: "I hope you're not too tired."
me: "I'll be alright. Why?"
Mom: "The party is tonight. Everyone's already at the house."
me: "Oops. Forgot about that."
Pulling up to our house, I see that the already limited parking on our block is completely hopeless.
Inside my 30 first cousins, their spouses, & their kids are squeezed into my living room. It's winter but the windows have been mercifully thrown open.
I'm greeted by Beth - my mother's older sister.
Beth: "Hi, honey! How are you?! Mom tells me you have a new job! You're working at a hospital? How exciting, Bridgee!!"
I cringe. Only three people can get away with calling me Bridgee - & Beth is not one of them.
She reaches for me, aiming to hug me - I say nothing & walk away.
Beth: "Oh, Bridgee's still not talking to Aunt Beth."
me: "Nope, and that's not changing either. Hi, Fiona! How are ya?! Let's go find your sister."
I haven't spoken to Beth in almost two years. She may never understand why.
I'm happy to see the rest of my family - it's not everyday you can cram over 100 people into a twin in northeast Philly.
The usual questions - "How's work?" "Seeing anyone special?" - fly around the room.
*To Be Continued*
Head Nurse: "Look! You're not in the field! You're in my ER! You've done your part, now let us do ours!"
Paramedic #2 gets Paramedic/Vet calmed down & back to their rig.
I go over to the Head Nurse: "You got brothers, right?"
HN: "Huh?"
me: "Do you have any brothers?"
HN: "Yeah. Two."
me: "Older?"
HN: "Yeah. I'm the youngest."
me: "They made you pretty tough."
HN: "Ha, yeah I guess you're right."
me: "I have one older brother & he tells me all the time how he failed trying to toughen me up."
HN: "I don't know. You've been here two days & you've already got Todd worshiping the ground you walk on.
me: "What? Worshiping?!"
HN: "Easy - it's a good, non-sexual thing. He responds well to confidence. You've got power, girl. Just walking around the ER, patients know you're somebody around here."
me: "Talk about an ego boost."
HN: "Hey now. Take it with a grain of salt - please. The last thing we need is another cocky higher-up around here."
me: "No worries. My feet are nailed to the ground."
Toward the end of the day, I find a phone to call Mom - I need a ride home. Todd walks by - "Hey. Everything alright? Heard about the rumble in the ER. Who won?"
me: "Rumble? Well...the Jets stood their ground. The Sharks took the forfeit & went back to their turf."
Todd: "That's got to be the nerdiest answer I've heard in this hospital."
me: "A. I'm happy you got the reference - it would have been tragic if you hadn't. B. Isn't that why you hired me?"
I make the call to Mom.
Mom: "Can I come in? Or would that make you feel like you're in grade school?"
me: "You can come in, Mom. I promise I won't be embarrassed."
Toni - the hospital's PR rep - comes over: "Were you just flirting with Todd?"
me: "Whoa! What? He just asked me about the ER battle."
Toni: "Which you cleaned up very nicely. But I've only seen him flirt once & that's what it looked like."
me: "I just started here! And he's my boss!!"
Toni: "Down girl - you'll start a riot."
me: "I don't need to be the kiss-ass who wants to sleep with the boss."
Mom walks up to the ER desk - "I'm looking for - "
me: "Hi, Mom. Cheryl (the nurse sitting at the desk), this is my Mom. She's an R.N."
So I introduce my mom to the rest of my new work friends. Mom hasn't worked in a hospital since I was a little kid - she's remembering.
I clock out for the night & go to meet Mom at the door.
"Don't I get an introduction?"
Todd has a smug but laid-back look on his face.
me: "Oh. Sure, sorry about that."
Mom: "You ready, kiddo? Oh - who is this?"
me: "This is Todd - my boss."
Todd: "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Kelly. Your daughter is fitting in very well around here. You should be very proud."
Mom: "That's always music to a mother's ears. It was very nice meeting you, Todd."
me: "Have a good night."
Todd: "I'll be seeing you."
Walking to the car, Mom is thrilled how well I am settling in. Finally.
Mom: "I hope you're not too tired."
me: "I'll be alright. Why?"
Mom: "The party is tonight. Everyone's already at the house."
me: "Oops. Forgot about that."
Pulling up to our house, I see that the already limited parking on our block is completely hopeless.
Inside my 30 first cousins, their spouses, & their kids are squeezed into my living room. It's winter but the windows have been mercifully thrown open.
I'm greeted by Beth - my mother's older sister.
Beth: "Hi, honey! How are you?! Mom tells me you have a new job! You're working at a hospital? How exciting, Bridgee!!"
I cringe. Only three people can get away with calling me Bridgee - & Beth is not one of them.
She reaches for me, aiming to hug me - I say nothing & walk away.
Beth: "Oh, Bridgee's still not talking to Aunt Beth."
me: "Nope, and that's not changing either. Hi, Fiona! How are ya?! Let's go find your sister."
I haven't spoken to Beth in almost two years. She may never understand why.
I'm happy to see the rest of my family - it's not everyday you can cram over 100 people into a twin in northeast Philly.
The usual questions - "How's work?" "Seeing anyone special?" - fly around the room.
*To Be Continued*
3.16.2010
The Year I Stopped Believing...
When I was six years old, I stopped believing in Santa. It was Christmas morning when I lost my faith in jolly ol' St. Nick. I wasn't upset - I knew that my brother & some of my friends had stopped believing, but I never thought that I would stop until I woke up Christmas morning with proof.
"Bridget, can you run up to my room & grab the clover bag, please?
"Yes, Mommy."
The last days of my childish innocence are numbered.
I got upstairs to my parents' bedroom. Through the door I could see a million bags! How was I supposed to locate one specific bag?!
"No peaking up there!"
"I'm not! But I can't find a Clover bag, Mommy!"
"Look next to my trunk!"
Mom told me not to peak, but what's wrong with peaking? Mom's not Santa - she doesn't have all my Christmas presents - I wonder if Santa got my letter? I hope I get everything I asked for - What's in this bag? ELMO! - "Did you find it?"
"I found it!"
"Be careful coming down the stairs, please!"
"Yes, Mommy!"
"Thank you! Mommy's little elf! Would you like to help me wrap some presents for your cousins?"
"Okay. Mommy, did Santa get my letter?"
"Yes he did. We need to make sure we leave cookies out for Santa when he leaves presents under the tree."
"What kinda cookies?"
"Whatever kind you want to make for Santa, honey."
Christmas morning came at last. Michael came into my room early.
"Can we go wake up Mom & Dad now?"
"Not yet. Stay in bed a little longer."
"Okay..."
*To be continued*
"Bridget, can you run up to my room & grab the clover bag, please?
"Yes, Mommy."
The last days of my childish innocence are numbered.
I got upstairs to my parents' bedroom. Through the door I could see a million bags! How was I supposed to locate one specific bag?!
"No peaking up there!"
"I'm not! But I can't find a Clover bag, Mommy!"
"Look next to my trunk!"
Mom told me not to peak, but what's wrong with peaking? Mom's not Santa - she doesn't have all my Christmas presents - I wonder if Santa got my letter? I hope I get everything I asked for - What's in this bag? ELMO! - "Did you find it?"
"I found it!"
"Be careful coming down the stairs, please!"
"Yes, Mommy!"
"Thank you! Mommy's little elf! Would you like to help me wrap some presents for your cousins?"
"Okay. Mommy, did Santa get my letter?"
"Yes he did. We need to make sure we leave cookies out for Santa when he leaves presents under the tree."
"What kinda cookies?"
"Whatever kind you want to make for Santa, honey."
Christmas morning came at last. Michael came into my room early.
"Can we go wake up Mom & Dad now?"
"Not yet. Stay in bed a little longer."
"Okay..."
*To be continued*
Life is all about timing...good or bad
I have The One-Minute Writer to thank for this prompt ("Timing"): I had just started dating my first boyfriend when the guy I had been in love with for years finally asked me to be with him. I'm still not sure if that was good or bad timing.
*This is a little rough around the edges - Please be patient with me as I sort through the emotional disaster it seems to be*
The fall of 2007 was a blissful time in my life. I had just started my sophomore year of college, I had met the boy of my dreams, & my life was finally starting to feel like I was in the right place at the right time. This boy, we'll call him Kevin (see "How Writing Saved My Life"), was my whole world. I was completely enraptured & didn't think anything could ever go wrong as long as we were together. He made me laugh, smile, feel beautiful. I was actually, genuinely happy for the first time in a long time.
Sometime in October of that year, I was talking to a good friend of mine - let's call him Josh - whom I had been in love with since I was 13 years old (I am now 21, you do the math). Now, Josh wasn't the type of boy my parents would ever approve of - he was the bad boy. Which is initially what attracted me to him. He was dangerous & off-limits. But we had been close friends for so long & I had always loved him. Before starting my sophomore year I asked Josh if he wanted to be with me & he said no. His reason was that he didn't want to stand in the way of me meeting someone else.
When I was talking to Josh in October, about a month after I started dating Kevin, Josh told me that he had always loved me & wanted to be with me. Instantly I was furious. I wanted to be with him as well, but he said no to me! He had a window of opportunity & he closed it. I couldn't understand why he would tell me this after I had started a relationship with someone different - after I finally found my happiness. But it also reinforced how much I loved him - just as much as my 13-year-old self.
I was so conflicted. I stopped talking to Josh for a while after that. Kevin found out that Josh was proclaiming his love for me & wasn't too thrilled to know he had some competition for my heart. I went from happy to having to convince the boy I loved that I was with him & only him. Josh's proclamation certainly caused some of the wonderful drama that seems to always find a place in my life. So I did everything I could to focus on my relationship with Kevin.
*This is a little rough around the edges - Please be patient with me as I sort through the emotional disaster it seems to be*
The fall of 2007 was a blissful time in my life. I had just started my sophomore year of college, I had met the boy of my dreams, & my life was finally starting to feel like I was in the right place at the right time. This boy, we'll call him Kevin (see "How Writing Saved My Life"), was my whole world. I was completely enraptured & didn't think anything could ever go wrong as long as we were together. He made me laugh, smile, feel beautiful. I was actually, genuinely happy for the first time in a long time.
Sometime in October of that year, I was talking to a good friend of mine - let's call him Josh - whom I had been in love with since I was 13 years old (I am now 21, you do the math). Now, Josh wasn't the type of boy my parents would ever approve of - he was the bad boy. Which is initially what attracted me to him. He was dangerous & off-limits. But we had been close friends for so long & I had always loved him. Before starting my sophomore year I asked Josh if he wanted to be with me & he said no. His reason was that he didn't want to stand in the way of me meeting someone else.
When I was talking to Josh in October, about a month after I started dating Kevin, Josh told me that he had always loved me & wanted to be with me. Instantly I was furious. I wanted to be with him as well, but he said no to me! He had a window of opportunity & he closed it. I couldn't understand why he would tell me this after I had started a relationship with someone different - after I finally found my happiness. But it also reinforced how much I loved him - just as much as my 13-year-old self.
I was so conflicted. I stopped talking to Josh for a while after that. Kevin found out that Josh was proclaiming his love for me & wasn't too thrilled to know he had some competition for my heart. I went from happy to having to convince the boy I loved that I was with him & only him. Josh's proclamation certainly caused some of the wonderful drama that seems to always find a place in my life. So I did everything I could to focus on my relationship with Kevin.
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