My heart plunged to my stomach and my hand shook as I tried to create the perfect wing with my eye liner. My body parts were not cooperating as I tried to get past the thick wall of disappointment surrounding me. My parents said that my scores didn't matter, but I could still sense their gloominess. The once promising and joyous day turned sour with their reaction. Not even the promise of sun after so much rain brightened my mood.

A glance at the clock made me angry… I was running late. At this rate I wouldn't be able to catch the bus let alone the 9 am ferry. My mood shifted out of despair and right into anger and agitation. Ugh why couldn't my parents just be happy for me? Other people would be proud of having their child score so high. No longer caring about my eye makeup, I grabbed my bag and said goodbye to my mother. “Be careful.” She said. Even in my anger I couldn't say one mean word towards her. It would be wrong… like kicking a puppy.

Running down the hill I caught the bus and tried to compose myself. Julie did not have to deal with me in one of my bitch moods. She had been planning on going to the Frick Museum since last December.

I love LOVE writing. It’s my one passion in life (besides dancing). GWN (Girl’s Write Now) is an excellent program that pairs up young female writers with professional, established writers, as their mentors.

When Julie and I first got paired up, it was awkward. But after meeting/skype-ing with each other, we found our equilibrium.

Even though the program has ended for the year, we decide to keep in touch over the summer. To celebrate my “graduation” from GWN (lol I’ll be returning next year) we decided to go to the Frick Museum. It was BEAUTIFUL. Henry Clay Frick (sound familiar? He was one of the Robber Barons along with J.P. Morgan and John D. Rockefeller) deigned that after his death his humble home (more like gigantic mansion) on Park Ave be turned into a museum, his unique art collection view able to the public. And what an art collection it was.

The Frick Museum is unique because there is no theme.  No room has “French Eighteenth Century Art” written on it. Instead those rooms embody the Frick family’s personality. The museum had everything from Frescos to Chinese sculptures. The house itself is the manifestation of the Gilded Age. No one can say Mr. Frick was a cheapo when it came to his living style.

Alas no pictures were allowed to be taken, but http://www.frick.org/ has some lovely ones.

After wandering through the Frick, Julie and I strolled through Central Park stopping by the Central Park Zoo to watch the sea lions swim. The weather was gorgeous, the perfect weather to stroll through Central Park.

For lunch we stopped at a waffle cart, but not just any waffle cart… Wafels and Dinges. Deeeeeeelish. I don’t recommend eating their food often but it is a sweet treat. 

                

                            My waffle: strawberries, chocolate sauce, and whip cream ^^

Check out their website: http://www.wafelsanddinges.com/