Resume- A Rant

(excuse the poor poem: it's more feeling then rhythm)

First thing I learned in college:
A Resume is a Must!
No longer was it asked
if you enjoyed something (what a novel concept!)
rather it was,
"Will it look good on the Resume?"

Three years of Student Government
"A good line on the Resume!
Tell me, what did you accomplish?"
I hear a small voice, telling me
my work is done, step aside
"Oh no! The Resume! It will be neglected!"

A welding class
"Ach, can't fit on the Resume,
but telling employers is a must!"
No words spoken
of the tears, the frustration.

A change in jobs taken
because of God-given passions
and the Lord's satisfaction.
All swept aside
"What a good line on the Resume!"

No. I have no need
of a padded Resume.
For marriage I was created
as a helpmate and mother
God is my Resume, and I need no other.

Audience

A couple months ago, I had the privilege of sitting next to KSU's President Emeritus, Betty Siegal at a brunch. Once she found out I was a Kennesaw student, she asked me one of her famous questions: "Who is your favorite professor at KSU?"

When she had been President of the University, she would eat breakfast at the Waffle House near campus. Her table was always open to students coming to talk to her. And her first question was always, "Who is your favorite professor?". She would then write that professor's name down on a Waffle House napkin, and send it to the professor with a note saying that an anonymous student in one of their classes named the professor as their favorite. They could then bring the napkin back to Waffle House to get a free breakfast with the president. But she found that no one ever redeemed the napkin, choosing instead to keep it as a reminder that they had made a difference to one of their students.

Since we were not at Waffle House, Ms. Seigal did not write down my professor's name, nor will that professor ever get a note saying that an anonymous student had named them as their favorite professor. I have often wondered since then, should I tell that professor? To tell the person without the cover of anonimity would look suspiciously like fishing for a grade. Should I just send a note? Should I take Ms. Seigal's example and include a Waffle House napkin? Or should I continue as I have, leaving the professor in blissful ignorance; for once people are aware that they are observed, they act differently. What would you do?

Did you ever recieve a compliment that made it hard for you act the same way around that person again? Maybe they commented on your maturity though to most others you were not. Or lost a friendship over a snide comment not meant for your ears? Are you aware of your audience?

Crazy Red Party

I threw a suprise party for a friend who loves the color red

Makes Me Cry

Sunday, Daniel and I had a date at the gorcery store (not as random as it sounds, we were waiting for the lirary to open). We discovered more of each other's likes and dislikes.

Dislikes:
cooked carrots (both of us)
Green beans (Daniel)
Cooked Spinach (Daniel)
Rutebaga, turnips, etc. (both of us)
Bananas (me)
Peanuts (me)
Salad every night (both of us)

Likes:
Bananas and peanuts (Daniel)
Cooked Spinach (me)
Fresh Spinach (both of us)
Green Beans (me)
Salads on occasion with lots of goodies (both of us)
Squash (me)

Baby Bunnies and a Suit

We saw a bunny family in the backyard. Mom saw the baby first, pointing the itsy darling creature out to Luke. It was staying very close to the mommy bunny. Luke asked where the daddy was ("Dadda?") , and we found him across the yard waiting for his family (and guarding the open side of the yard).

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After 20 years of declaring "I will never wear a suit!" I bought one today. When Daniel first heard my pronouncement, he took it as a challenge. A year and a half later, he won. But, I still declare that most women's suits are hideous. And women would be better served by wearing something more feminine (a point Daniel agrees with).

It is very Jackie O (YAY!) esp. with a hat and gloves. Its a creamy white wool with a huge gorgeous portrait collar. Very First-Lady-esque. I can't wait to wear it to SGA functions!!!

Hurt

"A little later she came to a spell which would let you know what your friends thought about you." - Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C. S. Lewis

I know what Lucy felt when finding out what others say of you when you're not around. Except, I didn't have to use a spell.

"I don't think I'd ever be able to forget what I heard her say." - Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C. S. Lewis


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Just to clarify: its not a close friend. Really, I shouldn't have been suprised. But I was hoping for the best from that person.