  Call me what you will, but I really enjoy a good Pink Martini song. Is there nothing better than singing along to ‘Sympathique’? ( Ma chamber a la forme d’une cage … It’s soo French! ) ------------------------------------------ School marches on oh-so redundantly. Every year since fourth grade, English swings into poetry mode for the springtime. Oh the things I learn! (What?! Poems don’t have to rhyme, you say? ) I have gotten into the habit of turning in poems from Creative Writing in for English class. Some may see this as cheap or lazy, and I have to admit I would not refute you. I simply don’t care. ------------------------------------------ I have to admit that the Friends finale did not amaze me. The whole twins thing was absolutely ridiculous . I guess I don’t really except a half-hour comedy to mirror real life, but come on—that was just plain stupid.
I kept thinking not about the show, but about all the things the show has effected. I mean, my mom had that damn Rachel haircut. Despite how hard I try to rid my mind of it, the Smelly Cat song is forever ingrained in my collective memory. Friends is pop culutre. And no matter how much I want to escape pop culture's grasp, I can't. Mostly though, I thought about The Perks of Being a Wallflower . Charlie recalls when his whole family sat together and watched the finale of M.A.S.H.
and it’s the only time he sees his father cry. And the final episode is a big deal because so many people watch it, from so many different backgrounds and lives. For me, watching the Friends ‘television event’ was kind of like that; I felt like a part of something bigger. And even though I’ve seen very few episodes over the years, I still cried like the small child I secretly am. Really, I’ll forever be and eight-year-old, just trapped in a adultlike body. Affectionately… Anna 
