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No more back…to…school coffees on the steps of
the Met; no more sneaking out of AP French class for a cigarette; and no more itchy poly…blend
uniforms 。 。 。 unless you?re planning on driving all the frat boys wild by dressing up as a pigtailed
schoolgirl for Halloween。
College is the time to reinvent yourself (read: your chance to pretend you weren?t a colossal
loser in high school); so with only a little over a week left before we leave for those institutions of
higher learning; it?s time to figure out who you?re going to be next。 What color is your parachute;
my dears? The options are endless; but let me help you eliminate one: the role of observant;
fabulously chic Web…logging gossip is already taken。
And while we?re all busy reinventing ourselves; there will be a whole new set of gorgeous girls
in our school uniforms and TSE cashmere cardigans trying on oversize tortoiseshell sunglasses at
Barneys after school。 It?s hard to believe; but we?ll soon be?sigh?replaced by the guys and girls
who have been carefully studying us from afar。 So consider this our last hurrah: it?s our chance to
take the silver Range Rover LR3s we got for graduation for a ride at daybreak around
Manhattan?s silent streets。 Our last chance to wake up the investment banker next door with
rooftop parties at our Fifth Avenue townhouses。 To spend a fortune on Chlo? bags and Marchesa
gowns at Bergdorf?s on daddy?s black AmEx card。 Ah; heaven。 Speaking of which 。 。 。
trouble in paradise 。 。 。
Everyone who?s anyone saw or has heard about the spectacle ofB andN atS ?s birthday party up
at her country house in Ridgefield; Connecticut; last month。 But was I the only one who