I had a babysitter when I was 12 or younger. I had a big crush on her. She was really spontaneous and fun and loved to make us sing and dance and paint. She was the coolest person in the world. I guess I did have my young love. I did everything to impress her. Everything possible. It was just ridiculous.
When I was growing up, if there was a Young Adult section of my town's library, I missed it. I wandered right from 'The Babysitter's Club' over to Stephen King. His books were big and fat and they seemed important. I eventually worked my way through most of the shelf, but 'It' is the one that stuck with me.
Gabriel: Bethany lacks understanding about the ways of the world. She still has much to learn and that makes her vulnerable." Beth: "Do you have to make me sound like a full-time babysitting project?" Xavier: "I happen to be an experienced babysitter. I can show you my resume if you'd like.
When I was little, I had a Norwegian babysitter - and that was my introduction to both regular and salty licorice. We all know the ordinary version, but the salty kind is a favorite candy throughout Northern Europe. It's a guilty pleasure of mine that I have to try not to keep around because I'll eat the entire bag in one go.
I went through a few phases of finding myself: I dabbled in musical theater, chess club, dance troupe, splatter-painting, school mascot (go Wildcats), babysitter, photojournalist, drill team girl, emo kid - and not one of them defined me, but every single one will always play a part in who I am.
Forgive me, ' the woman says. 'I think I've interrupted you in a private moment.' 'Well, ' I reply, instead of yelling something to the effect of :'No kidding lady, I'm in the bathroom!' 'Were you praying?' she asks. 'Sort of.' 'That's what I thought, ' the woman says with a nod, 'which is why I spoke up. I like the idea of answering prayers, ' she says. 'Plus, I figure I'm so old, I could have been God's babysitter.
I only went into a gym by accident. My mum couldn't get a babysitter and wanted to do aerobics, so she took me and Kurtis, my younger brother, down to the gym. There was an after-school boxing class on with some of the kids from school. There weren't any other girls there, but I didn't mind. I loved it.
if you're a teenaged babysitter caring for a mute toddler in a remote Maine cabin during a once-in-a-century blizzard while and escaped killers (bearing a strange resemblance to the handicapped boy you and your friends bulled of an embankment and left for dead all those years ago) roams the woods, you're probably in a horror movie.
It's a job. It's not a hobby. You don't write the way you build a model airplane. You have to sit down and work, to schedule your time and stick to it. Even if it's just for an hour or so each day, you have to get a babysitter and make the time. If you're going to make writing succeed you have to approach it as a job.
You know what I'm thinking?' Maggie said. I had no idea. 'Nope,' David replied. Apparently David didn't know either. Maggie turned to me with pleading eyes.'Our babysitter has the flu.' 'I'm sorry to hear that,' I replied. Dead silence. I honestly had no idea what Maggie was getting at, so I misread the silence. 'It's not serious, I hope,' I said sympathetically.
The desirable virgin is sexy but not sexual. She's young, white, and skinny. She's a cheerleader, a babysitter; she's accessible and eager to please (remember those ethics of passivity!). She's never a woman of color. SHe's never a low-income girl or a fat girl. She's never disabled. "Virgin" is a designation for those who meet a certain standard of what women, especially young women, are supposed to look like. As for how these young women are supposed to act? A blank slate is best.
Whether or not you employ humor in dealing with difficult subjects, the tone of the writing is of the utmost importance. Personally, I can read about almost any subject if I feel a basic trust in, and respect for, the writer. The voice must have authority. But more than that, I must know that the writer is all right. If she describes a suicide attempt or a babysitter's cruelty to her, or a time of acute loneliness, I need to feel that the writer, not the character who survived the experience, is in control of telling the story... The tone of such pieces may be serious, ironic, angry, sad, or almost anything except whiny. There must be no hidden plea for help - no subtle seeking of sympathy. The writer must have done her work, made her peace with the facts, and be telling the story for the story's sake. Although the writing may incidentally turn out to be another step in her recovery, that must not be her visible motivation: literary writing is not therapy. Her first allegiance must be to the telling of the story and I, as the reader, must feel that I'm in the hands of a competent writer who needs nothing from me except my attention.
PAPI JUST LET ME SAY OOHH, I GOT A FEELING IN MY BACK BONE, GRINDING MY BODY, CAN I GET IT WITH THE TRACK ON, AH SHIT HE GOT THE FITTED WITH THE BLACK ON, BLACK LOOKING KILLER, BY THE WAY THAT'S HOW I LIKE EM, IT'S A PARTY IN THE HOOD AND THEY SAY ITS TIGHT, AND THAT HEAD RIGHT, BET WE THERE EVERY NIGHT, I GOT MY FITTED ON GOT MY DICKIES GOT MY ITCHY FOR THEM NIGGAS TRYNA GET ME HOME GOT MY BUTTER RIGHT, GOT THE HUMMER TIED GOT THAT LUMBER TO JUMP UP AND TAKE ANOTHER FLIGHT SO WHAT YOU WANNA DO, IT COULD BE ME OR YOU, OR WE COULD PLAY LIKE NOTHING POPPING AND JUST KEEP IT COOL, WE WENT FROM HARDLY SPEAKING, AND HARDLY SLEEPING, IM ODDLY THINKING THAT HE GOT MY BODY REACHING, FOR PLACES THAT I NEVER SEEN BEFORE, AND BY THE WAY I GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU TO SEE ME BOY SO REAL SO RIGHT, WANNA GET WITH YOU TONIGHT, I WANNA FEEL GOOD, FEEL RIGHT, MAKING LOVE TO YOU ALL NIGHT, SHAWTY SO FLY, BABY YOU STAY ON MY MIND, WANNA GET WITH YOU TONIGHT, RITEE IM GETTING DRUNK WITH MY BITCHES, AND THEN HE HIT ME UP, HE WANNA KNOW WHATS THE BUSINESS, CAN HE COME AND PICK ME UP, IM LOOKING GOOD AS HELL AND GOT A BABYSITTER, I SEE YOU LATER YA'LL, IM CRAZY BOUT THIS NIGGA, AND DEY IT AINT REALLY FEELING HIM, YO THEY BE REALLY KILLING HIM, ILLING HIM, AND GRILLING HIM,