Girls On The Gridiron

Wow, if I had been smart enough, I could have gone for free back in the day.

Though that’s a big IF.=)

Truth be told though, my nice fancy liberal arts college did hook us up well enough with financial aid that it cost me less to go to my private college then to state school.

I think programs like this are important, to let the middle class crawl our way up the socio economic scale. Because an education like Harvard sure doesn’t hurt on your way up.

I really am impressed by these recent decisions, which I know are a result of nice endowments. Regardless, they go a little further towards bridging the gap in our country between the classes.

Before you jump up and down at me though, I do realize that for a kid to get into a school like this, they need educational resources the majority of children don’t have access to. I’m not saying this is a solution, but it will help a few people at a time, and that is never a bad thing.

I mean fuck it. I came from a single parent household, have worked my ass off my entire life and am now reaping the benefits. I know there are other kids like me, who want to be better then where they came from, and one day will be.

Now that was a good fucking movie. I haven’t seen a good movie in ages, but this was finally one. I’m surprised it didn’t do better in the box office.

An apt choice, since my brother in law is now in his first day of boot camp in Texas. I am sure he will be fine, he’s a tough kid. Though I guess when he comes back, he won’t be a kid anymore.

In this day and age of war, I didn’t think anyone I knew in my family would join the armed forces. But now a member of my extended family has, and I wish him the best of luck and hope that he stays the hell away from any conflict.

He’s going to be an aircraft mechanic, which is pretty cool. He’s a good kid and I hope he gets everything he wants out of this experience.

We’re going to miss him until he comes back. And when he does, he’ll have had a life changing experience. Those types of things make you a bit different when you come back.

Turns out I need more time at VP and should have a senior woman mentor for my career. ‘Tis what they say.

I translate it to mean I need to be more “visible” to the organization.

So in other words, be more political.

We’ll see. Ugh. I burtn on politics early on in my junior year of college..I hate playing the game sooo much.

Huh. So I got turned down from this program I applied to for work, to develop talent in VPs. I don’t know why yet.

So until I find out the “official reason”, if I find out any, I can only wonder.

I will admit, I hated the entire process. From essay questions asking for my work strengths and weaknesses to questions like “Describe an instance where you disagreed with your management. What did you do and what was the result?” for 3 pages of questions like that.

And I never have follow up questions, since I did all my research.

Interviews always make me feel cheap, like I’m trying to sell myself. Whether it be for a job, or something like this, I hate it, hate it, hate it.

So what was it? Was I too arrogant? Too inexperienced? Did I come off too busy and over committed? Did I just come across wrong?

I hate this crap soooo much. I hate getting turned down. Its embarrassing.

Plus, all the other senior women in my group have done it. So now I have to explain why I didn’t make it.

Ugh.

That’s right. My perennial sinus fight has now morphed into allergies. Allergies? I never had allergies! I am a child of the outdoors, of freshly cut grass, winds off the water and fields of flowers. I do not have frackin allergies.

Except the doc confirmed it, so apparently I do. What a pain in the ass this is, since it doesn’t just go away with medicine. Had them last week and now I have them again. And while my husband may enjoy having a wife who can’t talk back because she has no voice, I’m getting tired of sounding like Kermit the frog, thank you very much.

So as I groggily dragged myself awake this morning, I did take advantage of my convalescence to catch up to my brother’s Battlestar Galactica progress through Season 2. I watched the episode which hooked me into it again. What a kick. ass. show. Holy cow dude. The lighting, the music, frackin everything….