《Meg Cabot - Princess Diaries 04.5 - Project Princess》.pdfVIP

Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, /abclit.html ProjectPrincess byMEG CABOT Thursday, March 10, the loft I am completely exhausted. I don’t know why, when I must already bear the burden of having been born a princess-even though I was not aware of it until recently-that I also have been cursed with such a trying family. I mean, it is bad enough that they waited until I was nearly fifteen before letting me in on the whole “oh-by-the-way-you’re-a-princess” thing. But now they can’t even agree on whether or not I can spend my Spring Break with the rest of the Albert Einstein High School Gifted and Talented class inWest Virginia , volunteering for Housing for the Hopeful. As if doing good works for the less fortunate was not what being a princessis all about! And okay, I can see how my whole Princess-Di-and-the-landmines argument didn’t work onGrandmère - who thinks I spend enough time in my overalls as it is- but my MOM? I just spent an hour impressing upon my mother Housing for the Hopeful’s “theology of the hammer”: how partnerships founded on common ground- for instance, a lot of people from different cultural, religious, and socioeconomic groups getting together to build a house- bridge theological differences by putting caring into action. I mentioned how everyone, no matter how uneducated, can use a hammer, turning it into an instrument that manifests peace and love. My pregnant mom- who was lying on her bed watching Stolen Women: Captured Hearts on the Lifetime Movie Channel with a carton ofHäagen-Dazs chocolate-chocolate-chip ice cream balanced on her enormous belly (even though she is supposed to be limiting her saturated fat intake to less than twenty Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, /abclit.html grams dai