A Night Off
Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2019 4:41 am
Her homework for the weekend was done. She had checked the modest financial portfolio that her aunt and uncle let her maintain and looked into a few new investment options. She had done her reading of financial reports from various financial firms. She had re-read the New York Times Dealbook, as well as read through the rest of the paper. She was now on the first article in the latest copy of the Economist.
Cassandra put the magazine down. She was done with anything finance-related for the night.
She was exhausted. She knew she was pushing herself too hard, that she was going far beyond what was necessary or good for her health. Nevertheless, whenever Cassandra Black wasn't pushing herself to her very limit to get that extra bit of studying in, that little voice in the back of her head would come out to nag her, to tell her that she would amount to nothing, that she would end up like her mother.
Like her mother, with no career prospects and unable to provide for her family. Dying as nothing more than a footnote in history.
As much as that voice irritated her to no end, and as much as it had gotten to the point where she felt jittery if she wasn't being productive, Cassandra couldn't keep pushing herself like this. Cassandra was going to do something she hadn't done in a long time. Cassandra was taking an extended break. The rest of the weekend would be dedicated to some long overdue relaxation.
She knew it was prom night; it was impossible not to have heard the buzz around school. Everyone who was anyone had gotten their date and their outfit and special ride and blah blah blah. Cassandra didn't really care about prom night. She was single and not even remotely interested in engaging with anyone romantically. She didn't like dancing. She didn't like spoiled rich kids flaunting their wealth with their limos and sweet afterparties. Nothing about prom interested Cassandra, so she ignored the buzz going on around her and had kept her head down, working. As she always did.
It was just before dinner, so everyone else was probably getting ready. They were their pictures taken by their overly excited parents. They were beaming with joy for what would be the most memorable night of their lives. Cassandra may not have been going to prom, but that didn't mean that she couldn't have a night to remember as well. And a night to remember had to start with a meal to remember.
Cassandra put the magazine down. She was done with anything finance-related for the night.
She was exhausted. She knew she was pushing herself too hard, that she was going far beyond what was necessary or good for her health. Nevertheless, whenever Cassandra Black wasn't pushing herself to her very limit to get that extra bit of studying in, that little voice in the back of her head would come out to nag her, to tell her that she would amount to nothing, that she would end up like her mother.
Like her mother, with no career prospects and unable to provide for her family. Dying as nothing more than a footnote in history.
As much as that voice irritated her to no end, and as much as it had gotten to the point where she felt jittery if she wasn't being productive, Cassandra couldn't keep pushing herself like this. Cassandra was going to do something she hadn't done in a long time. Cassandra was taking an extended break. The rest of the weekend would be dedicated to some long overdue relaxation.
She knew it was prom night; it was impossible not to have heard the buzz around school. Everyone who was anyone had gotten their date and their outfit and special ride and blah blah blah. Cassandra didn't really care about prom night. She was single and not even remotely interested in engaging with anyone romantically. She didn't like dancing. She didn't like spoiled rich kids flaunting their wealth with their limos and sweet afterparties. Nothing about prom interested Cassandra, so she ignored the buzz going on around her and had kept her head down, working. As she always did.
It was just before dinner, so everyone else was probably getting ready. They were their pictures taken by their overly excited parents. They were beaming with joy for what would be the most memorable night of their lives. Cassandra may not have been going to prom, but that didn't mean that she couldn't have a night to remember as well. And a night to remember had to start with a meal to remember.