Hello. My name is Jennie. My nose is itchy and my foot is asleep. I've had this webpage for over a year now, and I just decided that maybe I should write one of these dorky pages that everyone else seems to have, just in case someone desperately wants to know the mundane details of what has happened in my life up until this point. I shall attempt to be organized about it, but I make no promises.

Section A: Home (and school)

Part One: Jennie, The Early Years

I was born on February 20, 1979 in New York hospital. A little bit later I got to go home to the very same bedroom in the very same apartment that I still call home (when I'm not at school). Back then it had a crib instead of a bed and a changing table and stuff.

I went to a bunch of different play groups and pre-nursury thingies and stuff for the first few years of my life. Then, in the fall of 1982 I began attending the West Side YMCA nursury school. I was in the afternoon class. I was best friends with a girl named Mindy who's mom had been in lamaze class with my mom. One day I put a bean in my nose and forgot it was there. Then is sprouted. That's the most interesting story I have. After the bean my life gets boring, so feel free to go back to my main page now. Or, you may continue on to...

Part Two: Jennie, The Less Early Years

The next year I left my cozy little world of the Upper West Side to go to pre-kindergarten at Hunter College Elementary School. I was in the afternoon class there too. My teacher's name was Mrs. Holder and one day when I took a notion to chew on my shirt she felt obliged to inquire of me "Jennie, what's wrong with you?" That day I went home and told my parents that Mrs. Holder said there was something wrong with me. They still hate her for that. I had a busdriver named George who used to threaten to tie me and my friends Alec and Cauley up because we behaved so badly. We were really really scared of him, but that didn't stop us from facing the back window and pretending to shoot at cars. My foot got caught in one of those glue-mousetraps in Mrs. Holder's classroom. Those things are sticky.

The following fall I was in Ms. Castillo's kindergarten class at Hunter where I was in my first band.

In first grade I mummified a grapefruit.

I had to lie down in the middle of the floor once in second grade because of an unexpected nosebleed. I also played Christopher Robin in our production of "Winnie The Pooh."

Third grade sucked.

My teacher for fourth grade was Ms. Hutto, who I still count as one of the best teachers I ever had. That was a really great year because all of my friends were in my class too. My mother's legendary words about that class: "This is not a class, it's a birthday party list!"

In fifth grade I learned how to play Twister, created "devil-worshipping Barbie," and did a dance on stage that involved attacking people with sticks.

Sixth grade is a bit of a blur. I remember working really hard and at the same time not doing any work at all. This cannot be. It is physically impossible. I do know that I wore a very fluffy pink skirt on stage in "Oklahoma!"

Part Three: Jennie, The Significantly Less Early Years

In seventh grade I made the momentous journey up the stairs to Hunter College High School. I really did have to climb a lot of stairs.

In eighth grade I started hanging out with the core of the group of people who ended up being my friends for the rest of high school. I also had Ms. Eichler for social studies. I started playing guitar.

Ninth grade.

Tenth grade was a joke. Half of my teachers had us lying on the floor meditating. I had Doc for chemistry.

Eleventh grade is supposed to be the big hard-working crackdown year, and I guess it sort of was. I think I worked pretty hard. That was the year that I started forcing my friends to videotape each other at get-togethers.

Senior year was pretty cool. I had chosen all of my classes. I was interning at BMI, which had it's good points and it's bad points. I spent a lot of time sitting in the hallway. I went to see a lot of bands with my friends Mike and Julia. I applied and was accepted to Skidmore College early decision. I went to see the "Star Wars" rereleases with my odd but fun friends. Before we all went and stood in line in the cold to see the movies we hung out in my living room where we played with a bucket 'o soldiers, played Twister and word association, ate pizza, and videotaped each other. I organized a prom van for something like sixteen people which somehow ended up being very stressful. I actually had a romantic evening the night of the prom, which was something I would have never at any time earlier in my life have guessed. It was particularly romantic when he held my hair back while I inexplicably vomited (no, I was not drunk, I had not drank anything, believe it or not, no one in our van was drinking that night). I won a neato scholarship for a song I wrote. I missed my graduation because I was already up working at camp.

Part Four: Jennie, The It's Still Pretty Early Years

I started at Skidmore College in Saratoga Springs, NY in September, 1997. I lived on the seventh floor of Jonsson Tower. I took a bunch of classes. I subbed at the radio station. I watched a lot of people get drunk. My roommate moved out and took the flies with her.

A few days before I began my sophmore year I got dumped. That was fun. Then I moved into this big piece of pink bubblegum called Moore Hall. I had a radio show called "Aardvark!" which they didn't give me a slot for second semester. I learned to stick my fingers in my eyes and put lipgloss on my eyelashes.

Section B: Summers and Camp

I went to a bunch of day camps through the summer that I was nine years old. I guess they were important at the time, but now they seem fairly uneventful.

In 1989, when I was ten years old, I went to Camp Thoreau-In-Vermont for the first time. I fell in love with this camp. I also went to Israel that summer for ten days, which was a very interesting experience, of which I unfortuneately do not remember tons anymore.

I was a camper at TIV through the summer of 1994. At camp I learned a bunch of things: how to make beaded jewelry, how to clean a toilet, the words to a lot of songs, the most confortable way to sit in a papasan chair, that tapdancing barefoot on a basketball court in the rain is a lot of fun, that "skim the book" sounds much better than "skim the milk," how to kiss a boy without biting his tongue, tofu is really very yummy, and how to be friends with the boy years after he wrote you a letter that ended with the words "P.S. I'm not dumping you."

The summer I was sixteen I worked at this thing called The Summer Musical Theater Workshop and then I went to a guitar program for a few days until I went home puking.

I've been on staff at TIV for three summers. I've learned things on staff too: how to teach kids to make beaded jewelry, how to teach kids to clean a toilet, how to teach kids songs, that I do stupid things when I drink, not to turn the knob on an industrial dishwasher too far the wrong way, how to deal with situations when children randomly urinate in places that are not the toilet, how to teach guitar lessons, that camp food is much better than college food and a whole bunch of other stuff that I'm tempted to write, but it's probably not nice to publicly embarrass people (as much as I'd like to).

Other stuff has happened in my life, but, you don't wanna hear it, I don't wanna talk about it, and some of it I just don't really remember too well. Some of those things are important too, so just keep in mind, in the words of one of the people I have graciously decided not to publicly embarrass (cause I'm a nice person...yeah), "my webpage is not me." In other words, don't read this and think that you know me, cause there's a lot more to me than what's on this page or any of the others connected to it. Likewise, don't be insulted if you think you were an important part of my life and I didn't mention you. You probably were an important part of my life if you think so, but this page can only go on so long before people get bored and leave to go look up casserole recipes on Altavista.

I hope you found this enlightening.