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[09 August 2010 @ 9:11pm] |
Being Hattie Metz has always seemed insanely easy. Born Harriet Marina Metz in New York in 1986, she’s the daughter of a research scientist and a performance poet, and has an older brother by three years, Asher. Hattie’s childhood was idyllic. She was born in Manhattan and raised in Brooklyn, and while it wasn’t a suburban youth, it didn’t matter because Hattie loved the city. She was an explorational and inquisitive child by nature, and had no qualms about getting on the subway on her own from an early age, although thankfully she was always stopped by her parents before she could make too much headway in those attempts, because it was as unsafe for her as you’re imagining. She was a disobedient girl in that she frequently wandered off despite being told on numerous occasions it wasn’t allowed, and by the time she was nine or ten she was accustomed to being yelled at and having punishments delivered for her misdemeanors.
Hattie was considered a freak in high school. She very much marched to the beat of her own drum. She dressed the way she wanted (which usually consisted of leggings, high top sneakers and oversized t-shirts at a time when that really wasn’t fashionable) and behaved the way she wanted. She lived in a dreamworld ninety percent of the time. She played the harp (and had from the age of nine), which was considered deeply uncool. On a couple of occasions - more memorable for her fellow students than for her, it should be noted - she was scolded for seeking attention when she sang to herself in class. Her brother, Asher, had been equally unusual in his behavior, so it wasn’t difficult for her to be automatically thrown into that most unwelcome category for a teenager, someone’s sibling. Everyone wants to be known on their own merits, and not on those who’ve gone before, and Hattie resented being labeled as simply Asher’s sister. A year into her school career, though, Asher had graduated and gone off to do his own thing (which didn’t involve college, but that’s another story) and finally Hattie was known on her own terms. Her own terms weren’t necessarily a good thing to have attached to her reputation, but it was okay by her.
After graduating from high school in 2004, Hattie went to college, and a good one, at that. Johns Hopkins welcomed her with open arms, because she had a high grade average and had dabbled in every extra-curricular going as a way to fill time. She had very few friends to share it with, after all. She majored in Harp, and minored in Mathematics. Her parents weren’t opposed to her pursuing a dream of being a harpist. After all, she’d worked hard for almost ten years at it. It was the only thing that had stuck with her from childhood, and she clearly enjoyed it, so why shouldn’t she push on with it? It helped that Asher hadn’t gone to college - Diane and Michael, her parents, were so grateful that she was going to college at all that she probably could have studied Speaking in Tongues 101 and her atheist family would have supported her. Hattie didn’t adore college life, but it had its moments for her, and she stuck it out, graduating in 2008.
By then, Asher was managing a record store in St. Louis, and that gave Hattie the impetus to leave Baltimore (and indeed New York) behind and go to Missouri to stay with him. It was supposed to be temporary, but that was two years ago. She plays the harp with the St. Louis Philharmonic as its youngest member by far, and rather less excitingly works in Starbucks. She turned 24 this year and has no idea what the future holds for her, but whatever it is, it’s bound to be more than ordinary. |
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