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Rosanna came by this weekend on her way up to Long Island to go sailing with Nick's family on his dad's new boat. And help his mom film a documentary in CT. Well, he's helping, she's visiting Aunt Janaki. Saturday morning, we went to pick blueberries at Rigdon's. The barn was shut. So we drove to Maple Lawn in Fawn Grove, the U-pick fruit farm of my childhood. We came back with $60 or blueberries, sweet cherries, sour cherries, and cling peaches.
That's two baskets of peaches, nine pounds of cherries, and ten pounds of blueberries.
In other news, I am a worthless leach on society. But Sarah managing to get a job at My Three Sons for a month is pretty amazing.
And I'm starting to wish I was going to Maryland. But I guess it's good that I'm not because then I can pretend my high school friends aren't in the habit of getting drunk even more often ever since senior week. It was odd, after Sarah's extended family left her party, when us kids were sitting up in the living room talking and all the parents (Sarah's and Ryan's and Sam's) were downstairs with their beer. It was like the inverse of watching Across the Universe at Sam's the night before the tree planting.
At times like this I really hate myself. I wish I werent going to yale next year. It's a combiantion of not wanting to go to college thsi fall (I'd much rather be in Haifa, or somewhere else on a year of service. Everyone I've met who's done that, including Mateen and a lot of the people I've met the past two weeks through Crimson Ark, are much more together and balanced for it. ) and not wanting to go to Yale at all anymore. I don't belong there. And I wish I would've trusted myself on that thought back in April, just blocked out what everyone else was saying. But then Kenyon was where I really wanted to be, and I wasn't impressive enough to them to get enough scholarship to afford it.
But I can get out of it now. My roommate can't wait to meet me (we'll see how soon she regrets that) and the bill is due in seventeen days. So I'm going. I'll just have to live the rest of my life knowing that I don't deserve anything I have and no matter where I go from here, nothing counts because I had an unfair advantage at the beginning.
I should just get to running regularly again. Speaking of which, it might be just light enough to go do that now.
That's two baskets of peaches, nine pounds of cherries, and ten pounds of blueberries.
In other news, I am a worthless leach on society. But Sarah managing to get a job at My Three Sons for a month is pretty amazing.
And I'm starting to wish I was going to Maryland. But I guess it's good that I'm not because then I can pretend my high school friends aren't in the habit of getting drunk even more often ever since senior week. It was odd, after Sarah's extended family left her party, when us kids were sitting up in the living room talking and all the parents (Sarah's and Ryan's and Sam's) were downstairs with their beer. It was like the inverse of watching Across the Universe at Sam's the night before the tree planting.
At times like this I really hate myself. I wish I werent going to yale next year. It's a combiantion of not wanting to go to college thsi fall (I'd much rather be in Haifa, or somewhere else on a year of service. Everyone I've met who's done that, including Mateen and a lot of the people I've met the past two weeks through Crimson Ark, are much more together and balanced for it. ) and not wanting to go to Yale at all anymore. I don't belong there. And I wish I would've trusted myself on that thought back in April, just blocked out what everyone else was saying. But then Kenyon was where I really wanted to be, and I wasn't impressive enough to them to get enough scholarship to afford it.
But I can get out of it now. My roommate can't wait to meet me (we'll see how soon she regrets that) and the bill is due in seventeen days. So I'm going. I'll just have to live the rest of my life knowing that I don't deserve anything I have and no matter where I go from here, nothing counts because I had an unfair advantage at the beginning.
I should just get to running regularly again. Speaking of which, it might be just light enough to go do that now.