. . . end up like Sylvia Plath
Oh, one of the PostSecrets of this week reminds me about how much I hated myself in high school. I remember once during a hellish scholarship interview, I was asked about role models. I did not want to admit that none came to mind, honestly. I was at that time, for some poor reason, reading a lot of Sylvia Plath and religiously, and it was not helping my situation much. So I blurted out "Syliva Plath . . . because . . . I admire . . . her words . . ." and as I stuttered aloud, I screamed at myself in my thoughts: "The woman stuck her head in an oven!!! Why did you say that?" Excellent choice for a role model it was. I did not get the scholarship.
