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2003-09-08 @ Midnight : >> To Get To The Point Here... OK so I've been going on and on and on and I still haven't given you a proper explanation of anything. Who the hell am I anyway, aside from the superficial babble about my fondness for tequila and bad soap operas? Oh yikes! - where to begin? You see now what I mean about the "all the bits that came before" problem? My name is Miranda. My mother is a fan of Shakespheare and always knew I was going to be either Miranda, Rosalind or Juliet. I hated my name when I was very little because I couldn't pronounce it. Until I was three or so, no matter how hard I tried it kept coming out as "Ramanda." I like it now though. It is unusual without being way-out-there. And yes I really am 21. Even though I joke that I may not look or act it. Which I don't. Truly. People tell me I could pass for 12. I grew up in London with two parents and a brother, Peter, who is two years younger than I and now at Oxford. When I was 18 I took a gap year. That's a year out between school and university. It's a fairly common thing to do in England. Remember how Prince William went off to.. to... oh gosh, I can't remember quite where but somewhere poor and underprivileged where he had to scrub toilets. That was a gap year. Most people go back-packing or do some organized trek-through-the-rainforest or volunteer-in-a-Romanian-orphanage type thing. Being me, I just had to be different and so decided to go work as a nanny in a New England town. I had never met anyone who had done that before. Neither had anyone else I knew met anyone who had done it. A lot of people tried to tell me it was a bad idea. They were wrong. I had a great time. At the end of the year I didn't want to leave. And now I am back. For another year. Things are very different this time around though. I am studying at a very small, very intense liberal arts' college in the West. I live in a dorm, on a campus, which I have never done before. And this is the diary of that adventure. (Or that experience anyway). |