I fully paid attention to his little lecture about the polynomials towards the last ten minutes or so of class. PLEASE!
And that thing where I wrote HRH Michael Moscovitz Renaldo seventeen times at the bottom of my worksheet was just a JOKE. God. Mr. G, what happened to you? You used to have a sense of humour.
Friday, May 2, Bio
So . . . did he ask you last night? At your birthday dinner. S
No.
Mia! There are exactly nine days until the prom. You are going to have to take matters into your own hands and
just ask him.
SHAMEEKA! You know I can't do that.
Well, it's getting to be crunch time. If he doesn't ask you by the party tomorrow night, you aren't going to be able
to say yes if he DOES ask you. I mean, a girl has to have some pride.
That is very easy for someone like you to say, Shameeka. You are a cheerleader.
Yeah. And you're a princess!
You know what I mean.
Mia,you can't let him take you for granted in this way. You have to keep boys on their toes . . . no matter how many songs they write for you, or snowflake necklaces they giveyou. You've got to let them know YOU'RE in charge.
You sound just like my grandmother sometimes.
EEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWW!
Friday, May 2, Gifted and Talented
Oh my God, Lilly will NOT shut up about Jangbu and his plight. Look, I feel for the guy, too, but I am not about to violate
the poor man's privacy by trying to track down his home phone number - especially not using a certain royal's BRAND-SPANKING-NEW MOBILE PHONE.
I have not even been able to make ONE call from it. Not ONE. Lilly has already made five.
This busboy thing is totally out of control. Lesley Cho, The Atom's editor-in-chief, stopped by our table at lunch and asked
if I could do an in-depth story on the incident for Monday's paper. I realize that now at last I have been given my entree into real reporting, and not just working the cafeteria beat, but does Lesley really think I am the most appropriate person for this job? I mean, isn't she running the risk of this story being less than completely prejudice-free and unbiased? Sure, I think Grandmere was wrong, but she's still my GRANDMOTHER, for crying out loud.
I am not sure I really appreciate this peek into the seedy underbelly of school newspaper reporting. Working on a novel
instead of writing for The Atom is starting to look more and more appealing.
Since it is Friday and Michael was up at the bean bar getting me a second helping, and Lilly was otherwise occupied, Tina asked me what I am going to do about Michael's not having asked me to the prom yet.
'What CAN I do?' I wailed. 'I just have to sit around and wait, like Jane Eyre did when Mr Rochester was busy playing billiards with Blanche Ingram and pretending like he didn't know Jane was alive.'
To which Tina replied, 'I really think you should say something. Maybe tomorrow night, at your party?'
Oh, great. I was kind of looking forward to my party -you know, except for the part where Mom was sure to stop everyone
at the door and tell them all about her Incredible Shrinking Bladder - but now? No chance. Because I know Tina will be
staring at me all night, willing me to ask Michael about the prom. Great. Thanks.
Lilly just handed me this giant sign. It says, LES HAUTES MANGER IS UN-AMERICAN!
I pointed out to Lilly that everyone already knows Les Hautes Manger is un-American. It is a French restaurant. To which
Lilly replied, 'Just because its owner was born in France is no reason for him to think he does not have to abide by our
nation's laws and social customs.'
I said I thought it was one of our laws that people could pretty much hire and fire who they wanted to. You know, within certain parameters.
'Just whose side are you on in this, anyway, Mia?' Lilly wanted to know.
I said, 'Yours, of course. I mean, Jangbu's.'
But doesn't Lilly realize I have way too many problems of my own to take on an itinerant busboy's as well? I mean, I have
the summer to worry about, not to mention my Algebra grade, and an African orphan to support. And I really don't think I
can be expected to help get Jangbu's job back when I can't even get my own boyfriend to ask me to the prom.
I gave Lilly her sign back, explaining that I won't be able to come to the protest after school, as I have a princess lesson to attend. Lilly accused me of being more concerned for myself than for Jangbu's three starving children. I asked her how she knew Jangbu even had kids, because so far as I knew this had not been mentioned in any of the newspaper articles about the incident, and Lilly still hadn't managed to get hold of him. But she just said she meant figuratively, not literally.
I am very concerned about Jangbu and his figurative children, it is true. But it is a dog-eat-dog world out there, and right now, I've got problems of my own. I'm almost positive Jangbu would understand.
But I told Lilly I'd try to talk Grandmere into talking the owner of Les Hautes Manger into hiring Jangbu back. I guess it's the least I can do, considering my presence on earth is the reason the poor guy's livelihood was destroyed.
Homework
Algebra: Who knows
English: Who cares
Biology: Whatever
Health and Safety: Please
Gifted and Talented: As if
French: Something
World Civ.: Something else
Friday, May 2, in the limo on the way home from Grandmere's
Grandmere has decided to act like nothing happened last night. Like she didn't bring her poodle to my birthday dinner and
get an innocent busboy fired. Like her face wasn't plastered all over the front of every newspaper in Manhattan, minus the Times. She was just going on about how in Japan it is considered terrifically rude to poke your chopstick into your rice bowl. Apparently, if you do this, it is a sign of disrespect to the dead, or something.
Whatever. Like I am going to Japan anytime soon. Hello, apparently I am not even going to my own PROM.
'Grandmere,' I said, when I couldn't take it any more. 'Are we going to talk about what happened at dinner last night, or are you just going to pretend like it didn't happen?'
Grandmere looked all innocent. 'I'm sorry, Amelia. I can't think what you mean.'
'Last night,' I said. 'My birthday dinner. At Les Hautes Manger. You got the busboy fired. It was all over the papers this morning.'
'Oh, that.' Grandmere innocently stirred her Sidecar.