But not enough to get an iPod. (Although if I did, the 4GB nano would be my cup of tea.) Instead, after painstaking research (read: a couple hours online) I found a 4GB small sandisk player much to my liking. Now all that remains is to find a cute skin for it that will wrap around my arm to go running with, and I will camouflage perfectly into the masses of preppy teenagers with their tiny mp3 players. Delightful. But there is something to be said for being able to listen to my music while I'm counting cells or making DNA or doing other repetitive procedures. (I don't need the arm-band skin for that.)
Perhaps my burgeoning desire to seclude my self in my personal cocoon of music stems from spending hours upon end with my family. Don't get me wrong, my family and I never had the sort of melodramatic petulant fights that characterize a stereotypical teenager-hood. They knew that pressuring me into a certain mold, restricting my activities or dictating my behaviors would just end up making me angry and wouldn't end up making me a calmer, happier, more successful child. I knew that if I really screwed up, it would have repercussions in my own life other than having two irate parents. So I toed the line to the extent that was reasonable and my parents got off my back about most things. Instead, my brother went through the angry fights and conflicts with my parents about getting schoolwork done and staying out at night and I was the child who had her head screwed on correctly.
I don't really have a conclusion. I was always worst at conclusions. I guess the conclusion is simply that I'm chafing at the bit to get back to college and my real life. Instead of staying here and playing court to my brother. And that I'm getting a new mp3 player, which is going to be sweet.