Sarah Kay will hit you if you ever call her that. It might be her name, but it's only used by her dad, and only when she is in BIG trouble. This still happens occasionally, even though Sarah Kay is on the far side of her 20s (and that is as specific as she cares to be about that, thank you very much) and has abandoned her minuscule Midwest hometown, affectionately known on these pages as "the Village", for the concrete jungle of Stacey McGill's hometown.
She has a full-time job, is a part-time graduate student, and lives her life as a big-time nerd. She believes everyone should study abroad. Her taste in music appalls most people. She is an excellent parallel park-er who can recite the alphabet backwards.
She was on Jeopardy! once. She lost.
She does not have a therapist. She should.
She can't dance to save her life. Her recurring childhood nightmare was about a tornado. She rarely cleans out her refrigerator. She would probably beat you at Scrabble. She drinks an outrageous amount of Diet Coke and wine (but not at the same time.)
She started reading the BSC in the first grade. She didn't know how to pronounce "diabetes" until the 3rd grade. She still sometimes thinks of Janine Kishi as "Jan-nine." And she has absolutely no idea what a tourniquet is. Sometimes she made her Barbies play Baby-sitters club. She made the really ugly, flat-chested Skipper doll be Mallory. She couldn't bring herself to read Claudia's notebook entries because both the handwriting and the spelling suck. Sarah Kay has really high standards.
Honestly? She's pretty much amazing. If you want to share all sorts of crazy things about yourself, or just tell Sarah Kay that she's pretty much insane, you can reach her at bscrecordbook_at_gmail_dot_com. She likes mail.
