My Youngest Brother
24 July 2003-12:41 a.m.
I posted this in my live journal too, but it's big news so I'll put it here as well.
Bookwench: I will now take a moment to brag on my little brother. Actually he's not so little anymore. He graduated from high school this year, number three in his class and will be heading off to Georgia Tech in the fall to study some sort of vastly intimidating science thing, probably involving chemistry. Well he got his AP test scores back and made 5's on his chemistry and calculus. I'm so proud of him. The thing is I could do well in those subjects. I have done well. But never like him. He just *gets* it.
It's been so interesting. He's seven years younger than me and when I was younger I used to look at him and see an almost person. I couldn't wait for him to grow up because I couldn't wait to see what he'd be like. He's grown into himself. He is a person all his own with all of his own unique quirks. Granted some of them were mine first. At times I see him make a gesture or a face and think "hey wait! I do that"
We get along amazingly well. I hope one day we can live in the same town again. It would make raiding each others bookcases so much easier. That's what he does when he comes to visit. He always leaves with at least one book. So when I go home I raid his. Most of the time I'm taking back things that he took from me, but every once in a while he'll have one I haven't read
He gives me music, he makes me listen and learn things I wouldn't have noticed. Thanks to him I have some wonderful band pieces and I now listen for trombones. He has introduced me to things I wouldn't have listened to. In return I give him books. Things that he may not have read. Stuff he might find interesting. I used to read out loud to him. I still love to read out loud and he will still, at times, indulge me by listening. We've laughed until we couldn't breathe and I had to stop reading.
He has grown into a handsome young man. He is a leader although I wonder at times if he knows it. He has a quite air about him. He seems calm and settled, like he has a good grasp of who he is. I don't know if he does or not. He has a relaxed way that is really just laziness.
He, like me, is a champion procrastinator.
He has some close friends who have become dear to the whole family. I love some of those guys almost as much as I do my brothers. I hope he keeps them.
He has a wicked sense of humor and a very dry sarcastic wit. The fact that he is incredibly intelligent and does not suffer fools is quiet amusing. I enjoy his humor to no end.
He cusses in front of me and it always surprises me. I forget that he knows those words.
He can do a mean British accent.
he can act although he doesn't.
He can sing. He's now a bass. Again it always surprises me. But I do love to hear him sing.
He plays trombone. He marched a tenor, but fell in love with a bass. He had never been one for practice but he cared enough about the show. He could pass of on his music and I remember the day he won the drill down and how excited he was. (he will most likely disagree but Mom called to tell me) Of course he lost it again the next day.
He is the boy who decided number three in the class would be best. That way he wouldn't have to make a speech at graduation. And he kept that spot all the way through four years of high school with very little trouble. He like me doesn't have to try extremely hard to learn, it just sort of happens.
He has a lovely speaking voice. Some people have no idea how to use a microphone. He has never had that problem.
He likes theatre. He will listen to me ramble on about whatever play I'm doing. He'll let me play music from whatever musical has caught my attention.
He can sing Les Miz all the way through, and will in the most unlikely places. I think we once scared the people at McDonalds.
He is my youngest brother and I love him. And, damn, is he smart!
(He is also modest. His AIM auto-response is now "5s in both... if you know what i'm talking about, you hate me")