Do any of you Wellesley grads out there feel a secret modicum of chagrin when reading the Wellesley alumnae magazine?
My parents sent me 2 of these mags in a recent care package. They're full of stories of impressive accomplishments, successful careers, graduate degrees, awards, promotions. As I read through them, the magazines seemed to be eyeballing me back, asking me what I'm doing with my life.
Well, magazine, here's what I'm doing: lying under my mosquito net, quietly sweating, trying to decide what I should open first, the M&Ms or the Nerds Rope my mom sent in that same care package.
Just doing my best to make my alma mater proud.
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I'm with you sister. I visited Wellesley this summer and wandered into Alumnae Hall. I was looking at all the portraits of illustrious alums hanging there, when a guy came along and asked me if my portrait would be up there too someday. Probably not. I just hope I can look back and find meaning and purpose in my life. And I hope all of those women enjoyed their lives as much as I'm enjoying mine!
Well, I for one, think what you are doing is totally awesome and you totally should put something into the magazine about it. (I wonder if they've ever done an article about PCVs.....)
Trust me, it happens to me too. Not so much with the magazine but when people find out where I went to school and what I'm doing now, there's often this "really?" sense of wonderment....like, why aren't I doing something more. Yet, I think I'm doing one of the most important jobs there is. And trust me, there is no glamour or fame in cleaning up gum and spitballs!
Ummm...you're saving the world in Cambodia. I'm serving coffee to Harvard students who think I'm an idiot.
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