Ben reports the following conversation on the drive to school:
Ben: So I hear you and your Mom are going up to Palo Alto to have lunch with Max next week.
Robin: Uh huh. I'm going to take a look at the Stanford campus.
Ben: That's nice.
Robin: What? You don't think I can get into Stanford?
Ben: I think you can get into anywhere. If you put your mind to it. Your grades are gonna have to improve.
Robin: After I graduate from Stanford, I'm gonna go to Harvard medical school.
Ben: That's great!
Robin: But you know what's sad? You guys started me too early at school! I won't be able to party legally till I'm a junior!
Ben: Yeah. Well. You know. Old hippies.
Robin: Good thing ________ told me where to go for fake ID's!
Spent all day yesterday squirreling away at the website in hopes I can get it all spiffed up and shiny for the impending holiday gift-giving season.
Also I sorted through all the bills in the green basket, arranged them all in neat piles on the floor. And proceeded to kick them. Bam! Take that, California State Franchise Board! Thwack! Fuck you, PG&E!
I should be working on those two short stories for the Stegner rejection – I mean Fellowship.
But my mind is a glossy, imponderable blank.
Damn! I wish I had a writers group. Too busy to start one.
Ben: So I hear you and your Mom are going up to Palo Alto to have lunch with Max next week.
Robin: Uh huh. I'm going to take a look at the Stanford campus.
Ben: That's nice.
Robin: What? You don't think I can get into Stanford?
Ben: I think you can get into anywhere. If you put your mind to it. Your grades are gonna have to improve.
Robin: After I graduate from Stanford, I'm gonna go to Harvard medical school.
Ben: That's great!
Robin: But you know what's sad? You guys started me too early at school! I won't be able to party legally till I'm a junior!
Ben: Yeah. Well. You know. Old hippies.
Robin: Good thing ________ told me where to go for fake ID's!
Spent all day yesterday squirreling away at the website in hopes I can get it all spiffed up and shiny for the impending holiday gift-giving season.
Also I sorted through all the bills in the green basket, arranged them all in neat piles on the floor. And proceeded to kick them. Bam! Take that, California State Franchise Board! Thwack! Fuck you, PG&E!
I should be working on those two short stories for the Stegner rejection – I mean Fellowship.
But my mind is a glossy, imponderable blank.
Damn! I wish I had a writers group. Too busy to start one.