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Okay. She's kinda cool.
Just got back from my sister's scholarship ceremony. Saw a lot of my old HS teachers -- Ali got the same award I did, from the literary magazine, presented by the same teacher I did, Ms. Gregory, and she got an amazing personal touching speech from Greg, just like I did. Mr. J also gave her an amazing personal touching speech that nobody listened to because we didn't know she was winning another one, and I love that man so much, I heard he was looking for me but I never saw him after the ceremony was over. Now I have to go visit.
All in all, she won three scholarships and raked in an estimated $14,500. Lit magazine was $1,500 -- random Mr. J award was $250 for all four years -- random Mr. B award presented by a very boring man (the principal) instead of Mr. B for $3,000 for all four years. What the fuck? I did much better overall than she did... But then again, I wasn't willing to write as many essays in the name of getting cash.
And again again, her college is about two and a half times more expensive than mine per academic year... So I guess she can keep it.
Afterwards at the refreshments bar a young black man -- I remembered him from the ceremony; he's the only black guy in our graduating class -- assaulted me and shook my hand. "Wow," he said. "You're her sister, right? We heard a lot about you from her, she talks about you all the time. It's an honor to meet you. She's really proud of you, you know."
Sometimes I like my sister.
All in all, she won three scholarships and raked in an estimated $14,500. Lit magazine was $1,500 -- random Mr. J award was $250 for all four years -- random Mr. B award presented by a very boring man (the principal) instead of Mr. B for $3,000 for all four years. What the fuck? I did much better overall than she did... But then again, I wasn't willing to write as many essays in the name of getting cash.
And again again, her college is about two and a half times more expensive than mine per academic year... So I guess she can keep it.
Afterwards at the refreshments bar a young black man -- I remembered him from the ceremony; he's the only black guy in our graduating class -- assaulted me and shook my hand. "Wow," he said. "You're her sister, right? We heard a lot about you from her, she talks about you all the time. It's an honor to meet you. She's really proud of you, you know."
Sometimes I like my sister.