January 2nd, 2018

January 2nd, 2018Dear Diary,

Hi. Well, its my New Years resolution to write in a diary/journal type thing, so I might as well start now. My name is Emma Geller-Green, and I am sixteen. Well, Ill be sixteen in 5 and a half months, but thats less than 6, so Im rounding. Besides, sixteen sounds a lot more mature than fifteen. Sixteen is, you know, sweet sixteen and never been kissed, the year to go nutso, party, violate curfew and all that. At least, itd be for any other child.

See, my family (and extended family) is anything but normal. First, lets start with the near and dear: my parents, the main source of my personal abnormalities. On one hand, theres my mom, head purchasing correspondent for the New York branch of Gucci. Youd think having a mother with a job like that, Id get totally awesome, hip clothes and be super popular at school. True, I do have an amazing collection of clothes, but you have forgotten to factor in my father. Ah, yes, my father; Dr. Ross Geller, dean of paleontology at NYU, and nerd exemplified. He too, is a very major influence on my lifestyle.A perfect example of the conflicts my parents impose on me was about 4 years ago; I was 8 years old, and about to embark on my first extended stay at a camp. I was just excited to be going to sleep-away camp in general, but my parents were having trouble deciding what the theme of the camp was. Mom was gunning for either a cheer camp or a fashion camp, and dad was insisting on something that would improve my mind, like science or math camp. Do you know where I wound up going? Instead of settling for a normal camp with canoeing, obstacle courses, crafts, and no particular theme, the both did some hard and in-depth research and came up with: Camp Oochigana for the Study of Physics and Chemistry in Textile Manipulation; in other words, The Science of Clothes. I mean, the camp was fun and all, but looking back, the whole concept of it all was just plain weird.