Sometimes I wonder if my mom is brain dead . Then there are days when I know she is.

　　Like today.

　　The drama started this morning when I casually asked if she would buy me one of those cool new iPhones that do almost everything. I considered it a necessity of life, second only to maybe oxygen.

　　What better way to clinch a spot in the CCP

Cute, Cool, & popular

group at my new private school, Westchester country Day, than by dazzling them with a wicked new mobile phone.

　　Last year, it seemed like I was the only student in my ENTIRE middle school who didn't have one