School in Japan leads me further down the princess conveyor belt. So the question is: Gap year or school? The answer: I don’t know. And I’ve made it clear I’m considering my options. I am standing in the past royals’ shadows. Just my father’s and my grandfather, the emperor’s, undergraduate alma mater. He’s even wrangled me into touring University of Tokyo tomorrow. Fuchigami, palace chamberlain and ruthless overlord, has been leaving catalogs to Japan’s elite schools all over the rooms I frequent in the palace. And my only goal has been to continue to get to know my father. I’ve been pretty much living in Tokyo (with one brief jaunt home, to Mount Shasta, after my relationship with my bodyguard was splashed all over the media). It’s hard to believe and I’m still adjusting. My world teetered and turned upside down when I learned spring of my senior year that my father was the Crown Prince of Japan. Hand to God, Glory can even field dress a deer. Among the three of them, my best friends are always the smartest people in the room. She’ll leave in a couple days and be off to UC Berkeley. And Hansani is still in Mount Shasta but at a twenty-four-hour diner because she lives in the boonies and her father refuses to pay for the company to wire for the internet at home. Glory is visiting her dad in Portland before heading to the University of Oregon tomorrow.
And even earlier for Glory and Hansani, four a.m. She arrived a few days ago to move into the dorms at Columbia University. It’s early morning in New York, where Noora is. In Tōgū Palace, in my new room, which is all soft whites and earthy wood tones that could easily be featured in Japan’s Architectural Digest. I’m all the way in Tokyo, by far the farthest away from home. It is the first time we’ve conducted the meeting in separate locations, scattered all over the world in different time zones.
And another clogged the school bathroom toilet so terribly with a pad that an outside plumbing company had to be called, after which the principal was prompted to hold a female-students-only assembly on the proper disposal of feminine products-it was me that girl was me.)Motivate and encourage one another.My clothes are your clothes.And, I’ll do it if you do it.I stare at my three friends-Noora, Glory, and Hansani- on the computer screen. (One of us writes Jonas Brothers fan fiction. It is a closed-door event only those sworn to uphold the five covenants of the AGG are permitted to attend:ĪBS-always be snacking.Secrets make the bond healthier. Once a year, in late August, the Asian Girl Gang conducts its annual meeting.
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