Journal nspher's Journal: stefanie 1
pretty gross. that's it. after seeing someone every weekday for a good portion of eight years, that's the only phrase i can find to describe her. pretty gross. she was chubby, with stringy stringy cheese-colored hair and fingers that looked swollen around the knuckles. she was perpetually a mess: mismatched clothing that bunched around her middle and bright, but vacant, eyes. worst of all was her mother.
stefanie's mom was gross, too. she was a homeroom mom, constantly lending a hand in the classroom or around the school library when it was needed. of course, we all made fun of her. i can't recall much about her appearance, other than her oversized plastic-rimmed glasses -- i might consider them fashionable now, but they were hideous at the time. we used to joke that mrs. n was having an affair with our fourth-grade teacher, mr r., partially because it would have been a funny notion to any ten-year-old girl but also because almost anyone could perceive the desperation oozing out of mrs. n. she was gross, her daughter was gross, and they were doomed to a life of ineffectual regularity.
it makes perfect sense that stefanie encompasses herself with a fantastical alternative to her everyday reality. she goes by the Gaelic name of K* online and douses in super-thick (read: morosely saccharine with hideous dialogue) fiction writing. online, to paraphrase her own words, her persona relates to all things "art:" music, poetry, prose, dance, etc -- how fitting for someone whose singing ability threatened to ruin our sixth grade musical. (kc had to stand in the wings and sing, guiding stefanie a la "my fair lady.")
the link entitled "love" on stefanie's site is nonfunctional.
um. (Score:1)