Circles
My sweet J got painful bad news this weekend, on the eve of her birthday. All her best friends got into the magnet programs and she was wait-listed. It feels bad. It feels very bad. She's always been top of her class, gotten into every program she's tried for -- and now a triple shutout. What happened? I am shocked myself and it's blown the confidence I was carefully trying to build up about -- well, everything. I know it's not that big a deal in the long run, but we take a lot from the status of getting into these programs and to be shut out makes me feel like our weaknesses are catching up -- we've been exposed as frauds. We suck.
I know. It's not a we and we're not frauds. That's just how it feels. I admire people who can think a little bigger than the admission form, but I'm not there yet. It sucks. And tomorrow she goes to school and has to hear everyone talk about where they might go. Teenage drama over which of the many programs to choose from. Exquisitely painful for the ones who got no offers.
Unrelated, Eli spent 35 minutes spinning herself in circles. Some kind of dare or contest. She has collapsed in bed and her stuffed Yorkie looks like it's sitting watch over her. Not a bad idea, frankly.
I know. It's not a we and we're not frauds. That's just how it feels. I admire people who can think a little bigger than the admission form, but I'm not there yet. It sucks. And tomorrow she goes to school and has to hear everyone talk about where they might go. Teenage drama over which of the many programs to choose from. Exquisitely painful for the ones who got no offers.
Unrelated, Eli spent 35 minutes spinning herself in circles. Some kind of dare or contest. She has collapsed in bed and her stuffed Yorkie looks like it's sitting watch over her. Not a bad idea, frankly.