HADDOCK, Judith Grace

[Judith Haddock]

JUDITH GRACE HADDOCK .  24 NEW MILLFORD, CT PREVIOUS RESIDENT & CURRENT VISITOR . ARTIST / BARISTA ________________________________________ "My dad Huey Haddock - a legitimately successful novelist - always told my brothers and I to chase our dreams. Dreaming big was encouraged and there was space in the world for us dreamers. My dad believes that you can do anything, everything he touches turns to magic. Meredith (my mother) was so under the influence of dreams, that she left her full ride med school scholarship to pursue photography... a dream that became a reality. My brother Evan, attends Julliard for music. Ryan, is doing better than us as a full time crew member on Sea Shepherd. Huey has even influenced Lucas to chase dreams of poetry. My inherited dream was art. Inherited in the way that it came naturally and in the way that once Huey saw how much I loved it, he'd decided that I should push for that dream. I remember pressing my five year old hands onto a canvas and paint gushing between my fingers as I spread them across. I remember finding friendship in my brush, as old friends became popular and left. I remember the awe of my college boyfriend as he stared at my thesis project. I remember selling originals, because I couldn't move them home with me." A SHIT DAY I get these headaches when the weather is bad. It's like someone has placed a blade from my temple to the peak of my nose and it pulses sharply. I usually take a pill and it masks it. So that's what I did that morning. My head quieted, but the rain still fell from the sky. It was accompanied by a cold wind and as I waited for my ride that morning, I was reminded that winter was coming (not a GoT reference, but a seasonal one). Although he said he would, Lucas never came. I mean, it was Emmy Ramsay and I'm only Judith. So I walked. As I did, the rain turned into snow and a car drove by and slashed me with muddy slush. By the time I got to school, my white Converse were brown and soaking wet. My feet squeaked through the hallway and I shivered my way through third period. Speaking of period, I got that too. Full on The Shining. Bled through my pants and had to tie my wet sweater around my waist. I failed my science test too.. and I kind of tried on that one, I just don't have the capacity to learn chemistry. When I walked home there was five inches of snow on the ground. And then when I got home my dad was a wreck. Margot, our cat, had cancer and had to be euthanized. So I went with my parents to put down their first born - this sweet crusty taffy cat that was old when they adopted her in their twenties. She must have been thirty or something. I woke up and went to sleep with a splitting headache. ON THE BRIGHT SIDE When the rain turned into snow, there was a moment of joy. I love the first snow. It's so wet it sticks to the trees. It kind of makes everyone happy and a bit seasonal. First snow is made for snowmen, hot chocolate and forts. I got my period. I wasn't sexually active in high school (if I show you a picture of high school me, you'll know exactly why), but I did have this totally irrational fear that I was the virgin Mary. Science isn't my strong suit, but any subject that prompts creativity is and man.. I killed it in all of those. Poor Margot's death sparked a backyard party that will go down in Haddock history. Mum's best friend threw a wicked funeral and I got so naively drunk I fell asleep in a planter. DRINK OF CHOICE Lime White Claw. GUILTY PLEASURE Too Hot to Handle and not even guilty. ENNEAGRAM TYPE Type 4 FAVOURITE ICE CREAM Tiger Stripe MOST LIKELY TO Get famous after death.

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