Not so long ago, I wanted to be one of the sophisticated elite featured in the Style section of the New York Times. I dreamed of being photographed as I paraded down Fifth Avenue BEDECKED IN MY Ugg boots AND SPORTING MY Coach purse WHILE my rat-sized dog, SNUGGLES UNDER MY ARM. This “Styles-Type” fame would show the world that I, the always bubbly and sometimes klutzy girl, had arrived. I would no longer be known for the many things that I couldn’t…quite…do right. While others zipped through books on their own, my mother was reading them to me. While my friends watched their favorite shows, I sat on the couch MEMORIZING flashcards. Things spilled out of my mouth, my backpack, and my desk when they shouldn’t. I often couldn’t find the things that I needed. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t completely hopeless—but fluent reading, ORGANIZATION and timely work never came easily.
I now realize that I want to be defined by things other than glitz and glamour so I begin my days by reading the front page OF THE NEW YORK TIMES trying to grasp the details of Election ’08. I have become a political nerd. I leave parties to watch presidential debates, devote countless hours volunteering at the Democratic Town Committee, and sometimes even wish that Keith Olbermann WERE my father. I have learned that I CAN do many things exceptionally well. I can speak spontaneously to a roomful of adults about the Fairfield Ludlowe Democrats Club (and hear from my mom’s friends that I actually sounded articulate). I can organize debates between the