Author Archives: Meg
Dinner In Sterling
Mama Hoffmann: And our new Pope is named Benedict the 16th… Dad Hoffmann: *sings Benny and the Jets* Mama Hoffmann: Oh, thanks honey, now every time the Pope is on the news I’m going to think of a flamboyently gay … Continue reading
Dear Prince Charles, 10 out of 10 for marrying two chicks with classical names. But two women named for sworn virgins? Come on, man. Just a thought. Meg
Canterbury Tales
A girl in my Chaucer class turned to me and said, “I hated our reading this weekend! All those long, rambling descriptions, and nothing actually happened! I tried, but I just couldn’t finish the Squire’s Tale!” “That’s ok,” said a … Continue reading
Bjorn To Be Your Baby
Stick caught me with another boy’s phone number today. I’m usually a bit more subtle about it, but I saw an old friend and after a few rounds of we-should-get-together he wrote his number on the back of my hand. … Continue reading
Why I Love Kristine
Before I lived with Kristine, I would never have watched Pokémon, and if I did, I wouldn’t know that Charizard is a fire Pokémon or that he’s another step on the Charmander evolutionary track. I would never have rooted for … Continue reading
Squeaky & the GREs
So I drove to East Longmeadow to take my GREs. I left at 8:30, with my Gatorade, MapQuest directions and one hour of extra time to get lost. This isn’t actually a criticism of MapQuest as much as my driving … Continue reading
Testing My Character
Tomorrow I’m taking the GREs. The best part about being a terrible driver is that I’m more worried about the drive to East Longmeadow than the actual exam.
Talent Search and Replace
Have you heard of American Idol? It’s a talent search TV show. Basically, there are a bunch of musical contestants who perform a song and then are critiqued by the judges. The judging board consists of a Mean Guy and … Continue reading
Southern Hospitality
On the first day of our trip in Raleigh, I noticed how relaxed and calm everyone is. When you go into a shop, the cashier will give you a cheery dissertation on the weather, the basketball game and the latest … Continue reading
Symbolism
Once there was a girl named Meg who drove a rusty blue shoebox named Squeaky. Her boyfriend Stick, on the other hand, drove a pretty ultramarine Cougar. (And Cougar is the model, not it’s name) He’d bought it new, and … Continue reading
