Summer 2002

This summer, while other people were stuffing their suitcases in direction for far-away/exotic/exciting places, I stayed in good ol’ West Windsor and tried to not get bored. My routine stripped down to the core consisted of reading, practicing the piano, working, and eating ice cream. Amazingly I did not get bored. And if I did, then, I didn’t notice it. Because what is a summer without boredom?
Spending a whole summer without going past the boundaries of New Jersey is not the end of the world, as I have lived to tell you so. There were times when I was not bored, of course. My summer commenced with SAT classes, which came along with tests, homework and paying a...