You know how sometimes in High School you would come out of the bathroom with your skirt tucked into your Hanes and and walk all the way through the cafeteria before you noticed, and then think "DANG! It happened AGAIN! Why didn't anyone tell me?!"
I mean, if something really embarrassing like that was happening, like toilet paper stuck on your shoe or spinach in your teeth, you'd want to know, right??
Well. NOT Sister Glorietta! I was trying, in the most SUBTLE, unobtrusive way POSSIBLE, of letting her know she had DIRT on her forehead, and she didn't even appreciate it. Go figure.
It's only been a week, but New York is getting to me. Besides Chafik, Paul is my only friend in New York, and I think even he is getting sick of me.
The convent is pretty boring. I spent about twenty minutes this evening trying to balance a plastic lizard on my face to make it look like it was crawling on me.
I've decided that one of the major perks of living on the East Coast is being close to a lot of different cities. So, tomorrow, in order to get out of New York, I am headed to Beans Town, aka Boston.
I have never been before. Should be good.
Wickedly,
Earlene
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