Spotlight on Kathleen Terrey (I)
I just know that Kathleen Terrey is going to do great things, like work on an assembly line or convince everyone she has a leap-year birthday. The world isn’t ready for this forest fairy girlboss. But wait, she’s not like other FemsInSTEM (of which she’s president btw). She’s also a Latin genius but like, not in a weird nerdy way (that’s a different K). A favorite student of Latin teachers everywhere, she also has a favorite Latin teacher!
Kathleen also knows many, very random facts about many, very random things, and not just Game of Thrones, which is why her team ate up first place in Quiz Bowl. Ew, Quiz Bowl, I know, but she also slays at being a varsity soccer co-captain. Unfortunately, the rumors about her being a former theatre kid are true (lead role several times), but now she mostly works as a casting agent for Playmobil Aeneas.
Some would say that Kathleen is an old soul trapped in a hottie’s body. Yes, she may order Old Fashioneds on her granddad’s Dunkin’ account FOR HERSELF, but she is also pro-allergy medicine. Yes, she may be a registered Athenæum member, but she also adds -ie to words quasi-ironically. Yes, she may listen to NPR, and not just when her parents are in the car, but she also spills all the juicy tea. Yes, she may drink 3+ cups of tea daily, but she also enjoys other beverages. Yes, she may text without contractions, but I haven’t forgotten her “big dumpy stored in the butt” obscenity.
Beyond her accolades and fits that make Caffè Nero employees feral, Kathleen is truly a friend like no one else. No one else has an MFA membership I can freeload off (bad art friend haha get it!!). She drives me everywhere; I pretend to nag. She answers my ceaseless “hmwup4ts” texts; I help her stage photos for Innerview. She shows me local Celeste Ng readings; I show her my AliExpress sins.
Still, we get each other. We’ve shared so many eras, like light blue and Brookline boys. We’ve shared so many surreal experiences, like when we summoned that person that night at Copley or sat on a playground eating empanadas in the rain. There’s no one else I’d rather wait with for brunch in front of an anti-vaccination propaganda poster or take walks on the Esplanade in search of men who are hot and derpy at the same time.
I’m manifesting all the Martin’s-topping French toast and toned hunks for you in the next four years. And I’ll be right there, not criticizing, condemning or complaining, with you.
