Mr. Dirty Hair-With Holes-In-His-Clothes -5'- He's taller than that but I told him he could be first on this page.
Ms. Nice-Almost-A-Veterinarian-Girl -5'1"- She is a cool girl. She is a junior at Tufts University now, but she used to be a silly little Hunterite with me back in the day. She's one of the people who I could depend on if I needed someone to act silly with. She is also a former member of Senior Chorus, oh yes indeedo.
Ms. Japanese-Reader-Girl - 5'2" - I've known this girl since Ms. Lambert's first grade class at Hunter. She was always reading. Any free moment, she always had her nose in a book, sometimes in English, sometimes in Japanese. We went on the same schoolbus every morning, and she would read on the bus and I was jealous, because I would just sit there and I couldn't read or anything on the bus because I was crazy carsick as a kid. Anyway, now she does a whole lot besides reading. From the list of activities she has on her webpage it seems like she must never have a free moment. She is another former member of Senior Chorus.
Mr. Turned-Out-To-Be-A-Crazy-Liar -5'5"- That's his real height. shit-head's page is sort of unfinished, but it's got some awesome poems on it and eventually it will have amazing pictures and videos too. As I write this he is on a plane to headed to Ireland where he is spending a semester, where he will be when I think about how much I miss him, and where he will be when I visit him in March. Shit-head was my favorite person (at the time that I first wrote this). We walk into walls and get lost together.
Mr. Lives-In-Switzerland-Now -somewhere between 5'5" and 5'6"- He plays bass, jumps high, is very hairy, likes to travel to far away places, and doesn't know how to say "no" to salespeople.
Mr. Has-Disappeared-Off-The-Face-Of-The-Earth -5'6"- This fellow has six sisters with really unusual names. He used to bring strange looking, and smelling, lunches to school that my friend would devour with delight. He used to get teased about the way he always looked like he was squinting. He now goes to Johns Hopkins University.
Mr. Religious-Korean -5'7"- He is another former silly little Hunterite. He's still pretty silly as far as I can tell, but now he goes to big serious MIT. We've been friends since eighth grade, and even though we sort of drifted apart for a while, through the magic of the internet we've come back into contact. Yay!
Mr. Cousin-Who-I-Think-Makes-A-Lot-Of-Money-Now -5'7"- This guy is my cousin. He's a freshman at John's Hopkins. Even though we haven't spent tons of time together, he holds an important position in several of my childhood family memories. An example of such being a discussion of the dessert at my cousin's bat-mitzvah that I will never forget, Cousin: Tastes like soap. Jennie: Looks like smoked turkey. (look of disgust from nearby little girl).
Ms. Used-To_scare-Me - 5'8" or 5'9" (she told me and then a forgot) - I used to be scared of her in seventh and eighth grade, but in tenth grade she wrote "you are one of the few people I don't want to kill" in my yearbook and this alleviated my fears. It's only recently that I've discovered how histerically funny she is. Toward the end of my New Years Eve party this year she started telling stories about all these ridiculous things that seem to happen when she's around and everybody there was practically on the floor laughing. For some reason Brock from Spaceghost has always reminded me a little of her.
Mr. Writes-A-Lot -5'10" (this is what he told me, but according to my mother it is a boldfaced lie and he is actually about four inches shorter)- He is a friend of my mom's from college. He's sort of like a really really really smart sixteen year old trapped in a fifty year old. He likes the B-52's. Oh, and just got married and building a theremin and he thinks that it's wonderful that I have to take a math class.
Mr. Bangles-Fan - 6 feet - He is one of those people who, if I wrote a story about him, nobody would believe that the character could exist in real life. First of all, that's not a typo, his last name is really spelled that way, and his first name is what it is because he was born on Valentine's Day. He and I went to high school together, and during that time I got to watch as his obsession with The Bangles grew and grew until it turned into a monster. He works at Barns&Noble, and if you really wanna bug him say, "do you work here? I'm looking for a book."
Mr. Oons - also 6 feet - A poem for Oons:
oons oons
His name rhymes with spoons
He goes to the beach and
plays on the dunes
His pants he does drop to
show us his moons
oons oons
Has a picture of a pumpkin
on his page.
I'm not sure if oons' page still
exists, but I like my poem, so the link stays.
Mr. Doesn't-Want-People-Googling-Him-To-Think-He's-A-Dork -6'1/4"- We all still call him by his old nickname. He was one of my first friends at Hunter when I was five years old. We used to ride the same school bus and pretend to shoot at the cars behind us while the driver would scream at us to turn around and threaten to tie us to the wheels. He made a movie during our senior year in high school and I wrote a song for it. He also has months worth of our senior hallway quote boards up on his webpage.
Mr. First-Boyfriend-When-I-Was-Very-Young -6'1"- The first time I ever saw him I thought he was a really scary looking girl. That was back when we were red-bunkers at camp TIV and everyone called him Psycho. Since then his hair has gotten progressively shorter and he's gone through phases of looking less or more scary. He graduated from high school a year early to get out of Utica, so even though he's my age he's a senior at Sarah Lawrence College. He was also just about my best friend for the first two summers that I worked at TIV.
Mr. We-Led-Great-Sings-Together -somewhere around 6' 2" or 3" (he never responded to my e-mail)- This one is the last one's brother, but for some reason his name is backwards. He, like his brother, started out with long blond hair, but it has gotten shorter and shorter until it turned into a mohawk last summer and finally dissappeared. Last I checked it look pretty much like a normal person's hair, but you never know with him. He used to say that I reminded him of a puppy dog because I was always complaining that my nose was cold. He also was the first person to teach me how to use a four-track recorder and for that I am eternally grateful.
Mr. Tall-Dutchman -at least 6'3", or 1 meter and 94 centimenters- I can't pronounce
his name correctly. It's like impossible unless you're Dutch. You have
to do this thing in the back of your throat, I can't type it, oh well.
The reason that he is last on this list is that he is mighty tall. He
can really put away food too, in the words of our table co at TIV last
summer, "Tall-Dutchman, you can eat!" He was the video guy at
camp last summer and he fulfilled my lifelong dream of being in the montage
speaking. So in my eyes he is now a god.
Mr. Poopy-Smell - 6'7"- He wanted to be last too.