Write What You Know

The Thin Line Betwixt

Sloan Lee – heading up a fairy swarm in the East Village

Thank god the semester is over.   Not mine, Sloan's.  She’d been pretty much failing all semester and, unaccountably, has squeaked through her first round of nursing school clinicals with four A’s and a B. 

In a call about 11 weeks ago my daughter frantically related the news that: (i) she would unlikely be able to get through nursing school; (ii) would probably have to drop out; (iii) maybe have to change majors, but; (iv) they may not let her change majors because she was admitted specifically to the nursing school  . . .   This was all pretty breathless.

Zen like calm seasoned my warm, smiling rebuff to the panic…  I reminded Sloan she was not only smart, but funny, lucky, zany, loveable, and just an all around good person.  I reminded her that she had been making A’s w/ a sprinkling of B’s w/o break since kindergarten. I expressed my doubt this would change.

"Nursing school is different . . . "

Or not.

4 A’s, a B

Before news of her squeaking by broke, she was so upset she literally ran away from home a few times. I had to keep reminding her she was living on her own, and it was tough to, actually, you know, run away, for her these days.

Her boyfriend relented and posted missing signs around town in an attempt to have Sloan ('s sanity) returned.

Thank god. Over.

I’m not sure what we could have done with her if she’d had to leave nursing school.  She turned twenty years old last month, only has about 80 hours of college work completed.

Basically, washed up.

Sloan Lee – showing up on milk cartons in the greater NYC area this Halloween

Actually, she could probably craft a reasonably adequate career (financially) working as a lower Manhattan guerilla baby sitter.  I think she’s been pulling down a grand or so a month doing that the last few years.

I cautioned her not only to take excellent care of the children, but also only raid the food in the refrigerator which has already been opened.

She seemed already aware of these babysitting conventions.

Babysitter to the Stars? – Lee w/ VMA in home of downtown record producer client . . .

I am not but certain that the next three semesters will contain a sprinkling of B’s to attend the swarm of A’s . . .  and a RN license to follow.

Or,  some sort of drop-out situation.

There’s always Broadway?

…  or the mean streets.

Scourge of East Coast hip-hop scene

M. Lee

-Stinson Beach