reply.
Sophie,
I’m sorry about the applications. I must seem rather weak and pathetic to you. I don’t really know why I couldn’t do it. You’re right, I know I’m going to college, but the act of sending those applications in was just daunting.
Just to clarify, I would love to do something with you on Saturday. We never really decided on anything.
When I close my eyes and think of the place I feel most comfortable, I would have to say that it’s my room that I see. It has all of my things and that makes it comfortable, and no one comes in here unless I want them to, which makes it safe.
One song for the rest of my life? That’s impossible to answer. Probably something by Chopin. I never get tired listening to his works. His Nocturne #1, Op 9 is probably my favorite. I’ll play it for you sometime.
I don’t think I believe in luck. I’m not sure. If I did, then I’ve never possessed it. When good things happen I don’t think it’s luck, and when bad things happen, I would hate to think that something as vague as luck would cause it.
My father didn’t have OCD, as far as I know. He had some very firm religious beliefs that he imposed on everyone around him. He was obsessed with this notion of “clean living means a clean heart and a pure soul.” Television and video games weren’t clean. Actually, it extended to most forms of new technology. It wasn’t that he was afraid of it, or of the change it brought. It was more that he saw it as corrupted and corruptive.
So that explains the TV. As for the mud, I’ve thought about it and all I can come up with is that mud and dirt were the literal/physical manifestation of his internal thoughts. Jesus walked in dirt, so I don’t understand why my father hated it so much.
So now for what I want out of life…I feel like I need to think about this for a while. I suppose I just want to find some lasting form of happiness. I always feel good when I’m playing music, but I can’t play all the time and while I tend to have it on my mind quite a lot, the feeling isn’t the same. So I would like a happiness that could saturate and seep into me.
As for the bonus, I don’t know anything about woodchucks, but I could Google it for you.
Some questions for you:
Who is your favorite Harry Potter character (assuming you’ve read the books)?
If you had a supernatural ability, which one would it be?
What’s the last book you read, outside of the ones required by school?
What do you want out of life?
Do you like your dad?
Bonus: What do you want to do on Saturday?
I’ll see you on Friday.
Elliott.
My mind wandered as I played around on the keyboard, my fingers flowing across the keys almost of their own accord. Was it too late to hope for an e-mail from Sophie? Should I hope for it, and how exactly did I feel about how she’d made me send those college applications that had been sitting around for over a month?
She was right. I did feel better about it now, but the anxiety wasn’t gone. In no time, someone would be reading those applications and deciding whether or not I was good enough to go to the school they represented. If no one wanted me, I didn’t know what I’d do. I had no backup plan. On the other hand, if every school accepted me, I would have to choose which one I wanted to go to for at least four years. That was a huge decision I felt like I was ill-equipped to make right now.
The fact that I’d most likely go to a school other than Stanford meant that I would be alone. Without anyone. Without Jane. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to handle any of that.
It was technically Friday when I finally moved away from my keyboard and slid over to check my e-mail. I took in a deep breath and recognized the excited feeling I experienced when I saw that she had, in fact, replied.
Elliott,
Stop apologizing, especially about things that are outside of your control. I don’t know what to do on Saturday. What do you normally do?
I’ve read Harry Potter.
Sophie,
I’m sorry about the applications. I must seem rather weak and pathetic to you. I don’t really know why I couldn’t do it. You’re right, I know I’m going to college, but the act of sending those applications in was just daunting.
Just to clarify, I would love to do something with you on Saturday. We never really decided on anything.
When I close my eyes and think of the place I feel most comfortable, I would have to say that it’s my room that I see. It has all of my things and that makes it comfortable, and no one comes in here unless I want them to, which makes it safe.
One song for the rest of my life? That’s impossible to answer. Probably something by Chopin. I never get tired listening to his works. His Nocturne #1, Op 9 is probably my favorite. I’ll play it for you sometime.
I don’t think I believe in luck. I’m not sure. If I did, then I’ve never possessed it. When good things happen I don’t think it’s luck, and when bad things happen, I would hate to think that something as vague as luck would cause it.
My father didn’t have OCD, as far as I know. He had some very firm religious beliefs that he imposed on everyone around him. He was obsessed with this notion of “clean living means a clean heart and a pure soul.” Television and video games weren’t clean. Actually, it extended to most forms of new technology. It wasn’t that he was afraid of it, or of the change it brought. It was more that he saw it as corrupted and corruptive.
So that explains the TV. As for the mud, I’ve thought about it and all I can come up with is that mud and dirt were the literal/physical manifestation of his internal thoughts. Jesus walked in dirt, so I don’t understand why my father hated it so much.
So now for what I want out of life…I feel like I need to think about this for a while. I suppose I just want to find some lasting form of happiness. I always feel good when I’m playing music, but I can’t play all the time and while I tend to have it on my mind quite a lot, the feeling isn’t the same. So I would like a happiness that could saturate and seep into me.
As for the bonus, I don’t know anything about woodchucks, but I could Google it for you.
Some questions for you:
Who is your favorite Harry Potter character (assuming you’ve read the books)?
If you had a supernatural ability, which one would it be?
What’s the last book you read, outside of the ones required by school?
What do you want out of life?
Do you like your dad?
Bonus: What do you want to do on Saturday?
I’ll see you on Friday.
Elliott.
My mind wandered as I played around on the keyboard, my fingers flowing across the keys almost of their own accord. Was it too late to hope for an e-mail from Sophie? Should I hope for it, and how exactly did I feel about how she’d made me send those college applications that had been sitting around for over a month?
She was right. I did feel better about it now, but the anxiety wasn’t gone. In no time, someone would be reading those applications and deciding whether or not I was good enough to go to the school they represented. If no one wanted me, I didn’t know what I’d do. I had no backup plan. On the other hand, if every school accepted me, I would have to choose which one I wanted to go to for at least four years. That was a huge decision I felt like I was ill-equipped to make right now.
The fact that I’d most likely go to a school other than Stanford meant that I would be alone. Without anyone. Without Jane. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to handle any of that.
It was technically Friday when I finally moved away from my keyboard and slid over to check my e-mail. I took in a deep breath and recognized the excited feeling I experienced when I saw that she had, in fact, replied.
Elliott,
Stop apologizing, especially about things that are outside of your control. I don’t know what to do on Saturday. What do you normally do?
I’ve read Harry Potter.
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