Angelica, here is my 15th apology, and it’s more formal because it’s in writing: I am so sorry.
To all of you who are questioning what I did to hurt this poor ‘Angel,’Â I shall explain. My second ‘get to know a stranger’Â experiment didn’t go so well.
Cross-country practice was over and I had a while to spare before my date with senior Angelica DeSimio. So, what did I do? Went to Chipotle, obviously.
That seems innocent enough, but 45 minutes and 450 phone calls later I arrived at the Roasterie and profusely apologized to Angelica for throwing my key (or so I thought) into the trashcan.
But she waited! She waited for tardy, irresponsible Rosie who didn’t take her subconscious seriously when it yelled at her to ‘Get Angelica’s phone number! Just in case!’Â I hear you laughing now, subconscious. Her phone number is now safe and sound in my contact list.
When the excitement (a.k.a. embarrassment) settled down and Angelica graciously granted forgiveness, she popped open her Jones’ Root Beer and we chatted about anything an everything. Angelica works at Laura Little’s fudge shop and has trouble resisting the temptation of a nibble or two. She read ‘Colleges That Change Lives: 40 Schools That Will Change the Way You Think About Colleges’Â by Lauren Pope and has narrowed her list to four choices, all of which sound incredible and so Angelica-esque. She is bringing the class of 2010 an incredible gift for Teresian: and her greatly-missed big-time-New-Yorker date (see pages 20-21). She shares my unconditional love for the Academy, citing the friendships she’s made as her favorite part.
Angelica was so relatable to me and I wondered why I never let my knowledge of Angelica go past the superficial, ‘Editor of Windmoor, went to Visitation, used to clobber me in volleyball.’Â I’m glad I dug deeper, but I can tell there’s even more to learn.
So, even though getting there was a little stressful, my date with Angelica was definitely worth it. I would stick my hand in a Chipotle trashcan for her any day.
