Une petite poste
Hey, all. Three things I want to discuss today.
The latter half of my semester went pretty well. I was busy as hell, but it all worked out in the end. My novice boat won gold at the Liberty League in April (even though there was only one other boat in the race), and we came in third in the petit final at NY State. Our women's varsity eight won gold at Dad Vail, which is the largest regatta in the country, and we were thrilled. Next year, six former seniors have graduated, four ex-juniors are quitting, and three ex-sophomores are going abroad, so our team will be cut in half. But we can recruit new people, so we'll be fine.
I finally got my grades. Despite the fact that I was crazed half the time this past semester, I did pretty damn well. I passed Stagecraft (which was pass/fail), I got A's in Spanish, Education, and Sources of World Drama, an A-minus in Drafting and Draping, and (much to my surprise) a B-plus in Psych (which I thought I would barely pass). That's a 3.8, which brings my GPA up to a 3.65. :D
Yes, as you read in my last post, I got a job working as a solicitor for the Human Rights Campaign (as a part of the Fund for the Public Interest). I was fired after three days as per the company's very high expectations of its employees. It's a factory of sorts: they hire just about everyone who applies and give them three days to raise $210 at least once (which is the daily quota per capita). Whoever can't is fired. But I didn't know that going in.
My first day, I went to Forest Hills, which is a neighborhood in Queens. I stopped thirty-four people (which was good) and raised $135 (which was sub-par). My second day, I went to Williamsburg, Brooklyn, which is where my great-grandmother, Bertha, was raised. I stopped eighteen people (which was sub-par), and raised $130 (again, sub-par). My third day, I went to the Upper East Side and stopped twenty-three people. But I didn't raise anything. Suffice it to say, I was cut when I got back to the office. No hard feelings, though my Aunt Fran wants to kill those people. But it was my experiences that third day that inspired the short story I wrote in my previous entry, so something good came out of it.
As I was taking the bus back to Hoboken the day I was fired, I checked my voicemail. I got a message from Johnny Rockets. I had an interview two weeks earlier, which went well, and I was told I would get a call from them the following Tuesday. That Tuesday, I received no such call, so I accepted my position as a solicitor. Anyway, I went to Johnny Rockets this past Thursday, and I was hired! So I started today. It's a lot of fun, and I'm so glad to be there.
So, Top Model. This girl won:
KRISTA WHITE, 24, from Pine Bluff, AK
But while she was a worthy competitor, I still would've preferred this one:
RAINA HEIN, 22, from Minnetonka, MN
Next season, the prizes are different. There's still a contract with CoverGirl, but the winner will get representation with IMG Models, and cover of…wait for it…Italian Vogue.
HOT DAMN!!! Tyra really needs to find actual models now.
The latter half of my semester went pretty well. I was busy as hell, but it all worked out in the end. My novice boat won gold at the Liberty League in April (even though there was only one other boat in the race), and we came in third in the petit final at NY State. Our women's varsity eight won gold at Dad Vail, which is the largest regatta in the country, and we were thrilled. Next year, six former seniors have graduated, four ex-juniors are quitting, and three ex-sophomores are going abroad, so our team will be cut in half. But we can recruit new people, so we'll be fine.
I finally got my grades. Despite the fact that I was crazed half the time this past semester, I did pretty damn well. I passed Stagecraft (which was pass/fail), I got A's in Spanish, Education, and Sources of World Drama, an A-minus in Drafting and Draping, and (much to my surprise) a B-plus in Psych (which I thought I would barely pass). That's a 3.8, which brings my GPA up to a 3.65. :D
Yes, as you read in my last post, I got a job working as a solicitor for the Human Rights Campaign (as a part of the Fund for the Public Interest). I was fired after three days as per the company's very high expectations of its employees. It's a factory of sorts: they hire just about everyone who applies and give them three days to raise $210 at least once (which is the daily quota per capita). Whoever can't is fired. But I didn't know that going in.
My first day, I went to Forest Hills, which is a neighborhood in Queens. I stopped thirty-four people (which was good) and raised $135 (which was sub-par). My second day, I went to Williamsburg, Brooklyn, which is where my great-grandmother, Bertha, was raised. I stopped eighteen people (which was sub-par), and raised $130 (again, sub-par). My third day, I went to the Upper East Side and stopped twenty-three people. But I didn't raise anything. Suffice it to say, I was cut when I got back to the office. No hard feelings, though my Aunt Fran wants to kill those people. But it was my experiences that third day that inspired the short story I wrote in my previous entry, so something good came out of it.
As I was taking the bus back to Hoboken the day I was fired, I checked my voicemail. I got a message from Johnny Rockets. I had an interview two weeks earlier, which went well, and I was told I would get a call from them the following Tuesday. That Tuesday, I received no such call, so I accepted my position as a solicitor. Anyway, I went to Johnny Rockets this past Thursday, and I was hired! So I started today. It's a lot of fun, and I'm so glad to be there.
So, Top Model. This girl won:
KRISTA WHITE, 24, from Pine Bluff, AK
But while she was a worthy competitor, I still would've preferred this one:
RAINA HEIN, 22, from Minnetonka, MN
Next season, the prizes are different. There's still a contract with CoverGirl, but the winner will get representation with IMG Models, and cover of…wait for it…Italian Vogue.
HOT DAMN!!! Tyra really needs to find actual models now.