I’ve spent some time in 4 states. (Ok, so 45 minutes in Atlanta during a layover was one of those times.)
I bought myself flowers.
I was so tired I don’t remember most of Monday.
I decided I need to IMMEDIATELY become a foster parent.
I fell in love with Seth MacFarlane. I am shocked by the amount of haters for his Oscar hosting stint. He is handsome and charming and talented and he truly has the potential to be the next Billy Crystal – the all time greatest Oscar host. Was he perfect yet? No. But he’s got it. (In more Oscar news, I got 16 out of 24 categories correct on my Oscar ballot. I broke a cardinal rule of Oscar predictions – the Victorian movie always gets Best Costumes! It was a rookie mistake.)
I had to break it to someone that Neil Patrick Harris is gay.
I bought 2 new Jonathan Green books (author of The Fault in Our Stars).
I made a list of Pinterest projects I want to start doing.
I started a mini revolution at grad school.
I’ve been kind of a cranky mess since grad school weekend ended this past weekend. It is both a blessing and a curse that I have such high expectations for the people and opportunities in my life.
Rather than talk about grad school weekend, let me tell you another story about Sarah and her snarky high expectation ways.
Picture it: The day before my college graduation. I had been chosen as a representative from my major to join other reps from their majors and have lunch with the Dean of my college. I was stoked. I took this as a real honor and was really looking forward to talking about the Hotel/Restaurant program and it’s place within the College with the Dean. (For some strange reason, this major was in the College of Agriculture and not the College of Business, which often led to it being the ugly stepchild and not getting enough funds or recognition.) I show up to the University restaurant to find some stand in for the Dean. He had some excuse about the Dean being busy or whatever and the group had some totally superficial conversation with whoever that guy was. To make matters worse, the Dean strolls in half way through lunch to make his apologies and point out that he needed to take some other people to lunch. He shakes our hands and then sits down a few tables over with a group of men.
I. was. pissed. Furious. It’s one thing to cancel, it’s quite another to cancel on us and then show up with a better date. I get back to my apartment later that afternoon and send my favorite professor a recap of the lunch, as I had promised to do. I had a pretty good relationship with that professor and was fairly candid in my opinion of the Dean’s behavior. I’m pretty sure I used “bullshit” at least once. I tagged it with, “I was a good student and a great ambassador of this college during my internships. I deserved to be known by the Dean.” Or something like that. I sent it to my professor. But I couldn’t be done then. I opened up the email I just sent and decided to forward it to the Dean as well. It was already late Friday afternoon and I walked at graduation at 11am the next day. I was counting on him never seeing that email before I graduated and just sent the email on principle.
My mom and aunt get to town that night to help me finish packing my apartment and I tell them the story. Mom rolls her eyes and tells me she hopes I’ll still graduate tomorrow and not end up on some kind of probation with 12 hours left of undergraduate life.
I’m at graduation and in line and ready to go. They call my name and I walk across the stage and begin the shaking hand process. I grab my degree and go to shake the Dean’s hand and he stops me. On stage. He starts fumbling into his robe. Meanwhile, several things are happening at once… My aunt is sure he’s going to pull out some kind of weapon and take me to task, the line is backing up behind me because the person calling the names was clearly not expecting improvisation on the Dean’s part, and I’m nervously looking into the crowd. Dean pulls out a small wrapped present and says, “I just want you to know, I heard you, Sarah.” I mumble thank you and keep going. As I make my way back to my seat several seated classmates ask what the Dean gave me. I have no idea. I get to my seat and unwrap this small package and there is a really nice (and I’m not being sarcastic) SIUC keychain. It’s a really fancy keychain – as fancy as one can be.
That story has kind of an interesting ending. And it’s been a great story of my life – one I tell at parties.
But, being a malcontent doesn’t always have a happy ending. (See me getting fired for standing up to HR Director at my last casino job.) Anyway – sometimes I wish I could just accept stuff. I wish I didn’t always demand others do their best and then some. But…I’m not sure I can say that either. If we don’t hold others to high expectations – what happens to the world? We settle into a mediocre existence? I don’t want that. I may live a small life, but I want it to be extraordinary in it’s own way.
I’m going to return to the angsty week I’m having. Internal struggle and conflict abound.
I’ll end with the Pinterest products I’m lining up for this weekend. Happy thoughts…