
Posted by Stephanie D.
...At least that's what a friend from Hopkins asked when I told him I was going skiing a couple of weeks ago. Oh, those silly Easterners.
Anyway, it does indeed snow in the very northern tip of California, so that's where I spent my first few days back in the home state, as I mentioned in my last post. My best friends and I headed up to Tahoe for a fantastic four days of catching up, cooking and eating ridiculous amounts of food (we tend to do that a lot when we're together. I'm pretty sure I gained the "freshman fifteen" here at home over the last couple of weeks, rather than at school), and playing Apples to Apples by the fireplace (Josh, you'll like that one).
I wasn't planning on going skiing at all - I'm pretty pathetic at all athletic activity, and after an experiment with snowboarding last year that ended with a herd of middle schoolers running me over and laughing at me, I swore off the snow sports all together. I planned to wait at the lodge for my friends, catch up on reading and coffee...okay, and just be bored. But fate did not listen to my plans (and neither did my friends).
My friend Carson realized that the skis she had rented at home were too small, and so she had to rent new ones...and it turned out that her old ones fit me perfectly! So, ignoring my muffled protests and claims that I "really didn't mind waiting at the lodge", my friends strapped the skis onto my feet and pretty much sent me down the mountain. Strangely enough, I didn't break any bones or make a giant fool of myself - actually, I was decent! So that made a great trip even more enjoyable - being able to ski (granted, lagging half a mile behind my friends the whole time ) and chime in on the oh-I'm-so-sore fests afterwards.

Anyway, the trip was awesome, but it was good to get actually come HOME after that and sleep in my own bed, etc. My family and I had a great time during Christmas - we're Jewish, so Christmas for us is like a adapted family holiday, where we just spend time with each other and make sure to eat a lot of bagels and pretend to hate the sight of Christmas trees. Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration - actually, we went over to my Aunt and Uncle's house for Christmas Eve and helped them decorate their tree. "Helping" was the initial plan, but within about 20 minutes, my mom and my sister and I had taken over the decorating process completely - it turns out that Christians get pretty sick of tree-decorating? My cousins thanked us immensely and returned to the living room to play video games while my mom and my sister and I spent 2 hours debating the placement of ornaments. The next day, we had more family time and went to see Juno - which, if you haven't seen it yet, do. Right now. Stop reading this blog, in fact, and look up the nearest theater. It was that good.

I don't have time to go into all the great things I've done over break - plus, my mom made a snide comment the other day about how my blogs always seem to be longer than anyone else's ("Do kids actually want to read that much?" thanks, Mom) but I'll give a few highlights.
It's been amazing to see all my friends, and everyone has had such different experiences that I've really had to sit down over coffee or lunch with each friend for at least an hour before we can get over the "catching up" and go on to do something else. So there have been a lot of leisurely coffee dates and not a ton of activity, but I'm okay with that. A friend of mine threw herself a birthday party at the Embassy Suites, which is a total throwback to 7th grade when we used to rent a hotel room and have birthday slumber-parties, and it was hilarious - we got totally into 7th grade mode and even wore party hats. Another night, we had a picnic dinner by my pool - yes, in the middle of winter. Oh, I love California.

New Year's, however, was probably my best night of break. It started off really stressful, as New Year's always does, because my friends and I had no idea what we were going to do. We gathered at my friend Julie's house around 3 pm and decided we were going to dress up no matter what, so we got all dressed up and took pictures and pretty much just sat around the rest of the room arguing over what to do. We were about to resign ourselves to staying in, when our friend Genna called and told us that we had to come over to her house. I'm glad we did, because it turned out that almost every single person I wanted to see over break was there! It was better than typical New Year's parties in high school because everyone was so happy to see each other and just be together for the stroke of midnight.
As much as I've enjoyed being home, I made a pretty spontaneous decision a few days ago - I'm coming back for Intersession! I wasn't really planning on it, but I realized that all my friends are going back to school around the 7th anyway and so I'd be stuck here for three weeks, basically just hanging out with my family. And I LOVE MY FAMILY, don't get me wrong (don't kill me, Mom!), but they're busy too.
So I decided to come back to good old Baltimore, where I'll spend intersession taking ITALIAN. I'm beyond excited about this, because I think the best way to take language is on its own, with no other distractions, and it will be my only class over intersession. My roommate and a bunch of other friends will also be on campus, so it'll be fun to hang out without the stress of so many classes. I head back to Baltimore on Sunday, and it'll be sad to say goodbye to California, but - I'm excited!
Okay, I'm off to go watch a movie called Danny Deckchair. It sounds suspicious, but my parents SWORE I'd love it...hmm, we'll see.