Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Dear (Old) Shoes

Dear Shoes,

I am sorry to tell you this, but I now have to refer to you as Old Shoes. Yes, you read that correctly. Much like a man going through a mid-life crisis, I have replaced you with a newer and sportier model.

I know that our relationship has been rough. There was the time that I left you for New Pointy Shoes. But the red dye inside stained my feet a color appropriate for my adulterous ways, and I knew that only your pure white insides could surround my toes.

Then there was the recent fling with oh-so-cute Polka Dot Vans. But after time Vans began to smell, and I felt myself washing repeatedly to remove the scent of disloyalty before I came crawling back to you.

But this time it is over for good.

It's not entirely your fault. I am the one who scuffed you repeatedly when I failed to tread carefully, and I take full responsibility for using you so often that I wore out your back end beyond repair. We did try to make it work, but the new sole I paid for did not restore you to your pristine former self.

This is why I must move on. New Shoes can run with me when I need to catch a bus. New Shoes can go with me everywhere - to the office, on a hike, or shopping around town. New Shoes fit like a glove from the very first day, and our relationship hasn't yet caused me an ounce of pain. And, most importantly, New Shoes do not cause me to develop blisters that need medical attention like some of the cheap Young Shoes I have heard of.

Thus, Old Shoes, I leave you. We can continue as friends, but only if you understand that New Shoes are now my primary shoes, my everyday shoes, my I-love-these-shoes! shoes.

Thanks for all the good times,
Sara

P.S. Here's a picture of New Shoes. Do you blame me for leaving you?
New Love

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Quote of the Week

As I was walking home last night, I overheard a snippet of conversation from another group of students:
"You guys, I finally figured out what I am going to do with my life. I am going to be a mortgage broker."
I chuckled to myself because I have made many such statements over the course of my college career, and indeed throughout my life.

Age 8: I wanted to be a teacher
Age 12: I wanted to be a lawyer
Age 16: I wanted to be a mediator for family and divorce cases
Age 18: I wanted to be a counselor
Age 19: I wanted to be a therapist who specialized in sex and sexuality issues
Age 20: I wanted being a diabetes educator
Age 21: I wanted to be a college professor (specifically one who lectures while sitting on a table in the front of the room like all the cool profs in the movies)

And now that I am graduating? I want a job that I don't hate that will give me health benefits.

And eventually I want to go to graduate school, but definitely not now, and maybe not even a year from now. I want to find a grad school where I can study what I want to, but also one that is in the Bay Area.

And I want to infiltrate a video game company and start a covert operation in order to improve representations of women in games. And I want to teach, either full time or part time. And I want to find somebody to fund the crazy web project ideas I have floating around in my head. And I want to work with Zeph on the crazy web project ideas floating around in his head. And maybe I want to do a combination of some or all of these things.

For once, I am fine with not knowing where the hell things are headed. Life will work itself out. That having been said, the next person who asks me what I am going to do when I graduate is getting a punch in the nose.