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Congratulate me, I was just accepted into the college of my (in-state) choice.
This university rejected me 14yrs ago on the same day my husband got his acceptance letter to grad school.
Y'all ever had to shove all your self pity in a tiny hole so you could celebrate someone else getting an opportunity you were denied?
Sure you have. That feeling.
Y'all ever had to shove all your self pity in a tiny hole so you could celebrate someone else getting an opportunity you were denied?
Sure you have. That feeling.
It wasn't all bad, I did get an letter from Mensa accepting me into their smartypants club a week later.
My friends made buttons with their badge-a-mits (remember those?) that said "She Got into Mensa, Motherfucker" and took me out dancing all night to celebrate.
My friends made buttons with their badge-a-mits (remember those?) that said "She Got into Mensa, Motherfucker" and took me out dancing all night to celebrate.
So you know, I raised our kids, had another kid, and worked as a Starbucks barista to support us while he went to art school.
I even sold various multi level marketing things to try and rise above the station I was stuck in.
I can schlep me some face creams, kids.
I even sold various multi level marketing things to try and rise above the station I was stuck in.
I can schlep me some face creams, kids.
But then, Twitter happened and I had a chance to meet people from all walks of life and YOU all blew me a way. You were so smart and doing so many wonderful things and I wanted to participate in and learn about all of it.
So I did.
So I did.
Anyway, this is the story about all someone like me had to do to be accepted by UIC was to join Twitter, make a film, start a computer programming organization, help found more than a couple start-ups, and make the deans list at her community college for two years running.
Easy
Easy
With any luck, I'll finally get a degree before any of my children get theirs.
Lastly, you know I printed out the acceptance letter and framed it - because fuck if anyone is going to tell me I’m not good enough to do a thing.
